Through The Cracked Window
Prescience, sensed, something seems
Held out of reach, patiently
Softest mist on the fringe of dreams
Whisper softly, again I may know
Days long gone, in silent groves… 32 more words
1 hour, 29 minutes
doves and crows
Satellites drifting overhead. Pieces of things falling and burning in the atmosphere. I see it bright blue, impossible to avoid.
Signs of the fall coming? 284 more words
4 days, 10 hours
Words like ash and smoke rise from candles lighting a dark room. The room: my mind — the candle light: these (ephemeral) thoughts I cannot avoid. 409 more words
1 week, 2 days
To grow up, you must grow out. Otherwise, you grow in, which makes you grow afraid.
1 week, 6 days
I’m waiting for something. I don’t know what. There’s a lot of options — impossible to choose.
A reconciliation. A break-through. A change of heart. A glimmer of hope. 174 more words
2 weeks, 3 days
I wrote a post called “And this, from a calm mind.” An attempt to process in a positive light. With a smiling mind. In a lotus position sitting on the floor of my heart listening to contained thunderstorms. 268 more words
2 weeks, 4 days
The Pinhead kid
2 weeks, 5 days