We used to run outside all dayRide our bikes and race awayDraw on walls, make our own gamesChase around, laugh out loud Music plays, friends all aroundDancing wild, no looking downWe didn’t care about the timeThose days felt real, those days felt right Now we’re quiet, side by sideBut it feels like we’re miles apart…

I see people walking like nothing has changedSame old rhythm, same old laneBut there’s a storm beneath the groundA quiet shift without a soundIt’s moving faster every dayRewriting rules we don’t understandIf you don’t listen and look aroundYou might not aware you were left behind It’s not a whisper anymoreIt’s pounding on every door This…

I caught the ferry in the morningAcross the Salish SeaThe wind was humming softlyLike a coastal melodyThe mountains faded slowlyAs the white sails turned aroundAnd the sun rose up in amberOver Victoria Town Hear the ocean callingSoft and low and slow… Oh Victoria, VictoriaBy the quiet seaWhere the air is salt and cedarAnd the heart…

The house is quiet past midnightOnly blinking blue lightPhone screen shining on my faceLike a small and restless moon “Just one more,” I softly whisperedJust one scroll before I sleepBut the clips keep on runningAnd they slowly carried me away Little red lights keep on blinkingCalling softly from the screenLaughing faces, dancing strangersPlaces I have…

In a classroom with a big mapOf a world we’re meant to saveTeacher says You’re the futureBe the hero be the braveCure the hunger stop the warsChange the planet while you’re youngBut nobody shows us how to liveWhen the rent and bills have come They filled our heads with fireworksBut never showed the ground—How to…

You shout at the sky, you glue to the road,You paint on the Mona like anger’s a code.But the planet can’t hear every slogan you cry,It feels every bottle and bag drifting by. You block up the traffic, stop moms on their way,While rivers still choke on the waste of yesterday. Shouting won’t clean it,Rage…

Friendship arrives without fanfareNo trumpet no scroll no announced arrivalJust a Tuesday afternoonWhen someone staysFive extra minutesAnd the room feels different after that It grows in the small mathematics of showing upThe third text you send when the first two go quietThe screenshot sent at 2:17am that saysThis made me think of youThe way you…