Change.
Does Change itself ever changes...

On one hell of a morning, when the lair of an evil...
“Mr. J...

shh ..
have you ever been to a desert...

pirouetting, dancing
skating through thin ice...

Oh Husband, husband
I hear them chirp...

When night falls and crime calls
I be Batman...

poetry,
you are music to my eyes...

with blue skies
the man slept...

with sharp wings
it flames through...

Bear Pooh,
I once saw a meme...

fried fish with fries, the scent I like
add lemon, salt, and sauce alike...

Day 365, it’s been one of those days when I have...
Today, I went to the supermarket. I bought fish...