~ [Text Prompt: repeating lines] I’ve tried my best ~ Aching to see you, I wonder what could be the catalyst for your heart to gently reach for me. Aching to see you, I know it’s been too long, since your mind found peace, since…

The morning Sun splashes its pallid lemon hues onto surfboard shaped leaves. Their deep olive shine shakes in the light wind; the illuminated shades of its Dove-colored branches reach for the Sun. A dark Tiatian breast with dusky wings are still as they sit deep…

The thought of you suffocates me now.   The memories of us Are strained and warped I feel the need to apologize, But I know now I have nothing to apologize for   I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m not sorry.   I’m sorry I couldn’t…

There is a light in the distance,  Is it a plane?  I can’t tell if it’s getting closer.  Is it a plane?  I imagine being near the light  Feeling its warmth  its energy  Is it Superman?  No That’s silly Stay focused  Is it a plane? …

Juna sits so regally and fine Her white fur tangled everywhere Like tumbleweeds divine. Although her hips are giving way She follows faithfully Chasing shadows with a bliss Wandering and free. Juna is a friend of mine A dog who is so true I’m grateful…

I walked out the door for the last time without one word or even saying goodbye I refuse to stay and continue to put my heart through the constant pain. Why oh why God did it have to end this way? promises we once made…

I am in here!!! I am in here!!! I am in here!!! I am lost in here.

the joy of unseen things in youth is the possibility this could be IT, could be EXACTLY what you need that precious thing you’ve wished for, hoped for, prayed, begged, cried for… it. could. be. the joy of unseen things in the years beyond youth…

Hopalong My father rummaged through closets, looking for a box of Kleenex. Why not Kleenex in this house with your cold. I didn’t feel sick, but my nose was running. I wiped it on my sleeve. It didn’t bother me. I was a scrappy kid,…

My world is little choosing who to let in depends on that role I am playing at that time As I grow less importance is placed on things I can visually see To find truth the eyes stiffen you like a wax figure that sparkle…