What Crosses My Mind

  • Same Walls

    Sometimes in the quiet of the night, a moment will sneak into my psyche, I’ll relive all those silent tears, the ones that contain all my fears. ~ I wonder how many days do go by, when lost in the memories are me, contain a relatively boring script, not everyone cares about each other. ~…

  • When Walking

    We choose a step, a cadence, a pattern we may distinguish as our own, yet we always have knowledge, of our predecessor, our previous walk. When someone is borne of ambition their ideals, point of reference seems rather fascinating to the observer, so magical is idyllic inspiration. ~ We have options we often share with…