Wilder Poetry

I am an open window. Tangled sheets at 1AM.

I count stars instead of sheep and dream with my eyes wide open. It's how I know that I'll always remember them.

My creative journey began as a child when I used to paint the sky on the back of my hands so the folded paper cranes on the bedroom floor had a reason to come to life. I was born a dreamer and many years later, I still am.

Curiosity has never failed me and neither have the words that escape my hands.

These words...they are not just for me.
They are for you.
They are for all of us.

If you are home, then I am, too.