3:51am

It’s now, when the sun has long since disappeared and the souls of the world have resumed their dreams.   It’s now I feel most open, my mind most forgiving. The Doubter and Critic have retired their ceaseless ramblings.   It’s now my mind races, sharpened by the clarity born only of pressure.   My…

Hippocampus on the Window Pane

Cerebral weather patterns of melancholy drizzles and freezing fearful flurries amongst the thought filled thunderheads spun up in confusing whirlwinds of fanciful sun rays melting the frozen wastelands of slumbering spirit.   My mind is changing seasons, Spring sings in my soul. I can hear the whispers, speeches of wonders.   No such thing as…

A Small Song for You

  Although I don't know What face I will show Be sure I'll give you my best Wear my colorful mask with the crest Just know all my trying Is to keep you from crying Cause Lord knows this life Can be a cruel jest MEW Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash.