Empty
Sitting beneath the open sky. Writing these thoughts of desperation. Listening to the sound of emptiness. Watching the world move toward the void. Continue reading Empty
Tag: Spilled Thoughts
Dead Ends
Where will this road pick up again? I should seek a different path, regardless of the terrain. When will the sun smile on my horizon? If I can’t have the sun, then I will take the moon instead. Continue reading Dead Ends
Sunday
Rum and Coke; diluting frosty shards. Taste of reminiscence; scent of delight. Some pencil sketches. Those candid creations. No erasures. Lines forming collaboration. Moment caressing nostalgia. A connected imagination. Colors and shades. A childhood infatuation. Continue reading Sunday
Anchored
We find ourselves tethered to the weight of the past. Feelings we thought lost beneath the sea; those unforeseen anchors that hold us against the flow of time. If those anchors remain then the heft of yesterday will pull us toward those murky depths. The currents crashing on our sanity. Forcing us to drown beneath our sorrows. Continue reading Anchored
