And when you said time is all it takes to heal I would look out at the dwindling daylight wondering aloud… is time the trick? Tricky time… I wait for you, I sometimes chase you… I try to hold you in my hands- and try to save you. I will set you free… and inContinue reading “Fated”
Category Archives: HIPPIE NONSENSE
The Essential… (provincial) and somewhat pycho babble of Anne
I would catch a plane and fly to wherever the sun is setting right now… somewhere warm, where the earth is alive with color and the scent of promise can fill my lungs. And the spray of a new perfume can cover my cold, white skin. Because anything has to be better than the placesContinue reading “The Essential… (provincial) and somewhat pycho babble of Anne”
Sweet Release
In the eye of a child you can see a snowflake for the first time, and in the eye of my grandfather I saw one for the last time. One time… that is all it takes… to understand the delicacy of our very being. The way the wind carries us from one place to theContinue reading “Sweet Release”
Wayward Traveller
We used to do this thing with our hands… a sorta kinda dance in darkness… where our fingers would trace, interlope and lace…. We used to kind of laugh even at the sound of our own silly voices… we challenged each other, and inspired better choices… Your hands reach for things unseen in a placeContinue reading “Wayward Traveller”
Midnight In The Garden Of…
Before the dawn breaks the sky and interrupts this perfect night… know this, I had fun. I laughed at you, and with you, and a lot at myself because I am so ridiculous. When daylight comes, I will move from this spot, and find another… and I will remember how I felt last night, andContinue reading “Midnight In The Garden Of…”
Gather ye Rose Buds where ye may….
I think we should talk today… I have a lot, and I mean a lot on my mind and so much I want to say. I’m sad this morning because last night I was reminded of what my potential was or should have been. Another reminder that I had squandered 10 years of my purpose.Continue reading “Gather ye Rose Buds where ye may….”
Passiva Agressiva
Imagine living in a place where you can say everything you think? Would we still want to talk? Would we still want to listen? I would, my friends. I sincerely would.
