Tag: me

How late

I have discovered in weeks past this simple question, perhaps task How late am I? Without another single word of print through my mind it sprints even when shopping this day. So I sit here and struggle to contain overlooked notes written along the way to how late I am. I found in older pictures a sunset and realize so…

quietly

quietly thinking touching hoping love shines through

Into the blue

I may have tossed a bottle into the blue screamed out loud pain possibilities could never explain. Into the blue my heart became a waterfall attempting to drown all that remained unsaid, restrained. I may have tossed my heart onto the plains to die while articulated love maintained living into the blue.