Low Ceiling
Sometimes the sky is freedom, other times it presses like a heavy load. Either way, you can't go wrong with the view from the old Dryer Road. Continue Reading...
The Property (Ours and Flowers)
We are so busy in our lives. There's time, but too rare is it that time, we make. Mostly, it is the allowances that we welcome, our time it does take. So, slow down, take ten minutes or so, and go where this takes you. It's safe I assure you, and visit as often as you would like to. Continue Reading...
Month of Missing
Must it be that the light which stood for hope and the promise in change, In an instant is obliterated, senselessly by the familiar yet strange? Is there no lucidity in a month of moments ensuring one can share the pain? A luminary is gone, one who would, in time, opponents' favor to gain. Who has sight to see the symptoms on society before they leave yet for school? Call it as I see it, Continue Reading...
Forever Rest In Peace
Today we come together to remember one of us, one held so dear. I implore you to ensure that her sweet, smiling spirit ne’er disappear. Continue Reading...
Precisely Vague
I am not sure where to begin. I started here because this is where the top of my page begins. But maybe, I should start from the bottom because some things feel like they've just recently been turned upside down. Continue Reading...
Emblematic Moment
The poem. Reasons, they fall apart in the face of the truest desire. But excuses, they pile up in the corners where dreams did aspire. Continue Reading...
Good Bye Inchworm
I wasn't ready for what I watched today, I had heard but not known. Found, not a mile from the trail as the crow might have flown. Continue Reading...
Time for the Sky
How could I have been so busy that I didn't have time for the sky? The setting I seek, to drift, and ponder each and every why. Continue Reading...
The Railing
16 weeks have passed. The days come, and they go. The hours are filled with the monotony of routine, and the tasks that seem to work their way into every open time slot. There is so much activity that requires nearly no thought. Then, there's the stuff that gets done while going through the motions. Maybe while thinking about what's next on the list. But then, in the midst of the mundane, you Continue Reading...
Holding On
Are all of the days this long? I'm tired to the point that my body wants to tap out. Can't I just sit here with my thoughts for a while longer? Must we always sleep? Right now it's quiet. There are no additional requirements. Peace sits next to me and it too, is at ease. Please let this last. Sleep, I need badly, but if only not to interrupt the balance of perpetual thought. A soundtrack Continue Reading...