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When the noise has found a balance, We’re exposed, needing somewhere To hide from all of the commotion. We look into one another’s eyes, To see some sense of stability. I’ve watched eyes dilate with fear, And other times, stare down weakness. Inside the quiet shelter of our peace, A solemn reality we just cannot…
About the Archivist
This is a site based on my writing with a focus on cathartic moments and points in my life that I hope might resonate with readers.
Occasionally the topics might be rather severe. Please liken it to writing and expression of life and the human condition. Please look for the good and kind solutions to everyday life.
What Crosses My Mind 