I am out looking for myself . Looking beneath the dirt I dig up .Looking in the seeds I plant . Looking beyond the peaks and valleysLooking in dark deep corners where no one dare go . Looking for myself in others who I dare not know .Looking in the same place where I lost myself long ,long ago.
For those who like poetry: Bound.Bound. Bound by choices... people... vows. Bound by actions... inaction... fear. The cover is worn and torn Starts wearing the day we’re born. Pages, some brittle some supple Some like new where others crumple I bend for some and others... See More » (2)
I Write StuffI got lost today. No, not lost in the usual sense. I mean, it's hard to get lost anyway if you've got no place to be any time soon, right? Yeah. Felt my legs take off under me and there I went. Out the door and out the gate, through the parks,... See More »
I Write StuffAnd just like that winter is here. The Eastern winds have brought with them a neverending supply of snow, it seems. I find it amazing what a few days of snowfall can do to well-tread streets and timeworn scenery. It's as if I've somehow wandered... See More »
I Write StuffIt's dark. Unbelievably so. Who would've guessed candlelight wasn't such a great way to illuminate a room, especially when a chilling draft seeps in from the open window, making the flames quiver and shiver, casting a few silhouettes across the... See More »
