I climbed the hill on foot, but it wasn't much of a rise. For some reason though, my feet didn't want to go. It just felt like I was walking through both, the sands of time, and quicksand all at once. Imagine making strides just to make them, but wishing not to take a single step. Forces fell from somewhere, making the quest more of a question, than a statement. I walked hand in hand with my Continue Reading...
Hand Held
Hand Held Honestly, I planned to be asleep by now. Before I went upstairs to turn in for the night, I looked back. I looked back on some poems I had written over the last year. These poems I've tried to neatly collect electronically within my blog. Some include pictures that I've tied to the words. Then I came across this one and everything stopped. The TV showing hockey highlights in the Continue Reading...