Is a picture worth a thousand words? I’m not sure, but I feel like a picture is at least worth a Haiku poem.

I created all of these images myself.

The will to expand,

The desire to reach out

Knocks on hollow doors.

Listen to the pang of ache.

Read the lines of ambition.

Eye within cosmic,

Paint the stars with your viewpoints.

Stretch the worn canvas.

Self-imposed border.

Avoidance like a migraine.

Sight dares not trespass.

Exposed, in danger,

Separated from comfort,

And burning with doubt.

An elevation

Of tension causes a weak

Screw to peel its threads.

No ugly image

When beautiful emotions

Inspire the hand.

What do you work on?

A cat chasing a laser:

That’s seeing your self.

We’re rearranging our selves

So often we’re not even.