What Crosses My Mind

  • Many Stories

    I don’t know which one to tell, to elaborate upon. I have all these moments call them experiences all with a common denominator, a sameness that I can think about that I can’t think about. I have all these stories they are the mold of my life, every little bit of strife, every time I…

  • So Tired Is Wakeful Wish

    When we want what we cannot discover, that part of our lives we tend to shatter when simple acceptance might be rather more easily attained than that challenge. Have you watched the human being quiet in their own repose alone soft hearted and soulful with each glance. Have you realized that the tiresome eyes they…

  • Tiresome Notions

    When the news is simple with the same complaints, only to fill the byte, when I see the same woman walking through the day, with new bruises when I realize what little I have managed thus far with personal endeavors when sitting down to recognize my practiced routines will be the same tomorrow when society…