The thought of growing old in this world concerns me. This life of constant judgment and turmoil is not my Utopia. We are left with the maddening ways of an untoward generation. Life’s finale grows in complication. I wish for a simple ending; to reach my destination on this inward journey. Continue reading Simple Finale
The tides are turning; I see my dreams on the horizon. Continue reading A Little Further
Marooned beneath the clouds Finally, the rain subsides; Embracing the sun. ———- Riding gentle flows Surrender to the motion Peace over the falls Continue reading Calm
Tiny windows; Thoughts distracted. Knowledge failing; Day’s reaction. Devils lurking; sunlight blinding. Expectations. Continue reading Blindsided
