Not much to say. I write to keep sane. It is my way to feel real in a life where nothing seems all that real anymore, or sure. Life is so short. When you actually start learning. You discover you are already dying. |
My Soul To Keep
Bob was a pilot who loved to fly...
Things I Miss
In the morning when I wake...
The evening is gone
The darkness makes little sound...
I've crawled through a thicket called my darkness
wounded by something far greater than myself. I...
Not by these cords are we found
Pick one up while the other is down...
From within the boundaries of an unseen place
Walks the guardian with determined pace...
The whisper in my heart
Is of another daytime...
Why the tears may fall, we can't always say
Down the cheeks, they are on their way...
Life rolls over you and I, |
Writing is useful symbols |
All the hope this world has, |