To trust life is a series of orbits; 

gripping sheets, curling toes, tongue feels righteous but don’t fill 

worship mercy in routine. I know this part like lost love: 

empty space.

— Ty Chapman from poem Alone in Bed Thinking About Another Breakup

• There’s Something About Me That Doesn’t Change, Hasn’t Changed
• Days Are Dams
• We’re Not On Our Journey To Save The World But To Save Ourselves
• To Make Living Itself An Art, Is The Goal
• Every Heart Breaks