Your restlessness has not gone unnoticed. Your heavy heart can be heard through the thin walls; it clangs like tins being dragged behind, tied mercilessly to lame footed, wearisome prey. Near surrender. Your pacing has marked the floorboards. Worn bare the carpet, exposing the pattern of your minds repetitive rhyme. Slowing down your own time. … More Dear Soldier
The beauty in the fragility, and the spell in the white; is where the chains that you carry shed blood in the fight. The blue in your fire and the green in mine, will only burn brighter with the immeasurable time- it has taken the earth to spit up it’s landmines. We are filled with … More Lamb, got Sam
This is for those who read my words, and whose words I read. It’s a reminder, that here, in this virtual space – you are always cared for. Herbie Hancock also just happens to be a legend, and Pink… well…. she is gorgeous and has a voice that I adore.