Hey, You. Out there in your head, Getting lonely in your stead. Can you hear me? Hey, you. Against the quiet room, Writing stories as
This one took a much different approach than the other three. I didn’t manifest an outside attacker or a villain like the others. Instead of
Originally posted on blog, Floating Forward on 9/26/17 –> Here I started a writing challenge of sorts to test my creative limits and to look for
You are never too old to set another goal or dream a new dream. -C.S. Lewis Unless you’re dead. But if you’re still breathing, then
The stillness of her soul follows me, brings with it a newfound religion.
I’m from the father who poured his soul in the plaster
and pulverized his bones into the concrete of the steps and dripped his sweat and tears into every soup, every mixed drink, every daily special on his menu. Until he had become one with it. And would be forever lost without it.