What Crosses My Mind

  • Sitting in my Armchair

    I was remembering a time, when I was younger, a quiet, reflective, young, boy. I think the same feelings existed way back then, when, I would wonder about whatever might be ahead. There were different sets of friends. Or at least we felt different, wait …   Time delivers chapters to our daily lives, when…

  • While the Presses Run

    While the presses run, people continue to be real, if in a day I change my focus, the shell I’ve composed will remain on the surface.   While the presses run, the value of love does remain, if in a moment she sheds a real tear, nothing in the world will satisfy her impressive fear.…