You tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about. Maybe I don’t, but who said it was up to you to burst my bubble? I want to believe I can do anything, I want to believe I can make my own decisions. You look almost pitying as you claim dreams don’t come true for the likes of us. Maybe your dreams didn’t come true, maybe deep down you wish you had taken a chance. I’m sorry you didn’t get...

Children are powerful. We demand attention.
With a tear we can draw every eye,
With a smile we can earn any trust,
With a word we can change your mind,
With a laugh we can make all listen. 
At a glance we can tell whether to approach or retreat,
At a glance we can tell what needs to be said. 
We can make you, adults, cry, frown, hope and regret. 
We can make you drive for hours,
Stay awake all...

There’s a little game I like to play, when I’m alone or bored or tired. I listen carefully, patiently, see how many things I can hear. People humming softly as I walk by them, doors swooshing open. Music from other people’s headphones. The rhythmic tapping of a cane against the concrete. The constant noise of the city streets keep me entertained the whole walk home. There are always new sounds. Walking these streets every day I get used to the...

Laughter. Sharp, clear and utterly uncontrollable. It booms from somewhere behind me, ringing and echoing around my head. With each new wave my composure fractures. With each agonizingly loud bark, small delicate cracks spread at sail pace, I can almost see them creeping up and around me. Another roll of laughter, the cracks spread faster, filled with a purpose to make me snap, threatening to break my calm facade. Too Loud. Too Loud. My fingers grip the seat, I close...