No no no sweetie, try astronaut. Odds to flying to the Moon are better than getting published.

Sitting under the sky waiting for the next star to fall…

Buy me a book or two, and I’ll write you a poem…

Summer blues are more appropriate & acceptable, than mental illness…

God is busy face palming & whispering “Idiots”…

Monsters under the bed are friendlier than truth…

A dream is like a bouquet of flowers… pretty but doomed!!