This is a book of collected poems written between 2011-2017, during a period in my life where I came to grips with PTSD.

I used to think it was OK to dream
that was before we stopped trying for the moon

They told me to be practical
because we have enough problems here

Just wanted us to see ourselves from up there
where everything looks like what it is

When you’re small and you know
what is possible from on high

Without ever having truly been high
how can you know?

It’s why I keep this small dream of flying
you can have it if you want

And the blueprints for the rocketship
i built when I still thought people wanted to fly

Take what I used to have
and lead the ones who remain outward so they can see

Ran down, run down
Filled like a pillow that will soon be thrown away
Soft bits made of uselessness and time
We are all born so that we can begin dying