A child crying. Sound waves that bounce off the white and sea-foam green walls. The casino chime from a game app. I’m nestled among my gear staring at my own exhausted reflection, a great gray abyss before me. I feel accomplished and motivated and so very tired. I close my eyes and enjoy this uneventful and quite ordinary moment.
Waking to write, and watch Jack Frost work his winter touch.
In Nature we see there is no story, that every legend, fable, myth is desperate.
Sometimes I wake up hopeful in the morning.
My people call...
Flashcards. New schema for new territory.
After the musk and scent of sweat and desperate breath...
Somedays you either laugh or cry unintentionally.
I live in a beautiful little corner on the blue planet.
The Intruder that breaks the silence