What Crosses My Mind

  • Spare Me An Hour

    I wonder, while my eyelids weightless in a vacuum, imagine miles the allowance of a measure a value option when we cross paths decide upon a course of autonomy, our own manner of delve into a sea of natural controversy. ~ While the world conveys a certain security in sync with planned reality, how often…

  • Upon This Day

    If truth were a double-edged sword, I might be a dead man For I do remember very little that I want to recall About those days …. When I try to ascertain the mood of the moments then I am well to understand only glorified journeyed musings About those days … We are a simple…