I walk this road, with shadows stretched and thinned, where every turn feels colder than the last. I crave the warmth of voices, soft and ...
You naked under glass framed as a memory, a moment from my past. Viewed in the abstract out of time and place a road barely traveled, ...
Joints creaking, movement slowed, as time inevitably moves forward and mortality becomes the new reality. A fragility sneaks in unannounc...
Be Outspoken, and loud be your voice. But let your words be wise, and gentle by choice. And if you should be mistaken, then accept that ...
Friendships are of circles made each interlocked by a common name. Life the weave and faith the loom, all are woven together upon it’s fr...
