What Crosses My Mind

  • Living Lost

    For a long time, could almost count the hours and hours and hours we all have them the knowledge that one day, all of our utter bullshit will wake you from a dream so you may glance back only to say what if. © Thom Amundsen 9/2021

  • 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…

  • Why Again

    Why do I find this way, the acceptable manner again the hours long, the time is as brief as any other moment lost. While the world around decides upon their day, for me it is the dawn and setting of the moon, throughout the sky, I’ve watched as now, I’m looking the other way, still…

  • 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…

  • Times when the Minutes Matter Little

    Once a character mentioned a state of mind Described the moment in a manner that everyone Knows quite a lot about Yet her response That rather busy morning when everything routine Would occur in a matter of minutes Left him realizing he would spend time alone today Not a bad thing When humility takes over…

  • A Busy Day

    When we decide To choose our side ~ Every quiet moment in our lives Becomes our oxygen; hope revives ~ Yet there always seems to be the time To recognize the sun still rises on a dime ~ Always a concern Cheesy term ~ Try not to worry this way Tomorrow’s a new day ~…