Three hundred eighty seven steps circle up the Notre Dame bell tower, each ascending revolution a private penance counted silently by gargoyles standing guard, until finally the entire city unfolds below. Ancient demons flick your ear, beg you to cast yourself down. And you wonder……

Thunderstorm cascade From unending darkness Irrational fear clasps The clinging mind.. Seema Sahoo – ©

Part XVII In another dream, blood soaked rags are holding my brain inside my head and my own gravy is running down my elbows, pouring onto a dusty ground that bounces up when the moisture hits; No doctor can suture the damage done by life…

I hate the compete, I hate it as much as I hate her, I don’t hate her though, I hate what I allowed her to do to my emotions, was I weak, or honestly hurt, what happens to us when we are hurt, it’s like…

i smelled the burning rubber the metal against concrete echoed through the street like the headlining band of the day. the glass beer bottle hitting asphalt–the encore

Childhood dreams drifting Disappearing out of sight Gone forevermore

Your laughter always sparkles. You make every place, no matter how humble, feel like the most welcoming and comforting home. How charm just naturally flows out of you; mesmerizing entire rooms. Creating magical gardens on simple balconies with wildflowers, roses, jasmine, and fragrant culinary herbs….

Say it whenever you can Tell someone who listen See everything when you can Observe what appeals the most Travel to the far land Wander to find the unknown Walk while going to work Run to catch your dream Do what makes you happy But…

I hear voices all around me, Shadows call and taunt me with whispers of Friendship Of love and of joy, but none of them are directed to me.

Here I stand so hot, Trying to not think of food. Hah… Not so fast Rob