I’m taking my writings private for now.

Hoot owl sang tonight, Distinct in the midnight sky A canopy nearby.

Is the world too big to understand we lose track of our lives and time drifts by. Suddenly found, we decide where we stand, what is the reason we think about why. Life delivers a sequence of knowledge keeps our world at bay, living time slowly. Every note we change we step off the ledge…

I’m not going to reach out, keep myself under mask, let people live their own lives rather than asking them to live my own. So many times we wish we might reset, figure out what’s next or who will I be, an hour from now. Drawn by social media, a playful banter, loss of soul,…

I am much relieved, my password evaded me, so many years we’ve lived together, tapping into our lives. The fear that ripped through my mind, was an impalement in the brain. A sudden urgency to panic overcame me, thrust me into a spell. Suddenly I discovered the frail nature of our psyche, how easily frozen…

I sometimes feel this perilous stranglehold on my state of mind. I want to imagine all the world is a façade, and I am a character. I often wonder what happens to the innocence of just being. It seems the more the days go by I continue counting increasingly. I want to wonder if I’m…

Now would be when I’m giving time to what I think is right in my life and how I approach all of the events around me. Now would be this moment, and nothing more.

I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about the night’s events cornered myself into believing I was nothing at all. I wanted to ask what is it I did? what caused an intrigue when inside all I could feel was pain. I grabbed the hair on my head with my hands and wanted…

I wanted to sing a song with her name in it, just didn’t know what to put around all the words. I could hear her in my mind, listen quietly, you can hear in the silence of a soft summer breeze. I knew love once, it existed in the paths that wound through the woods…

Such a vision is a woman with panache, a character smile and deep set eyes on a hot July night in the middle of summer where romantic stories have always been told. She did spin a yarn, one stays with you with every rising moon, the strawberry moon. I wanted to reach out and tell…