Peculiar

Sticks and stones were never thrown. Yet, her words pummeled those beautiful imaginations. Ideas sketched on paper, thoughts put in motion. some things have substance; the density of burden. Careless tipping of the glass. Hopes and dreams spilling on the filthy floor. The plans laid waste; frequencies are out of sync. Finding necessity for idiosyncrasies to cope with the unwanted dilemmas. Continue reading Peculiar