Again

Walking through the leaves is a thrill. A world of senses are heightened The slip of a fall surges a deep breath The crunch and cradling of the leaves comfort Walking through the leaves is a thrill.

in person

If I were unable to verbally communicate with you eye to eye, I would create in hopes my thoughts and heart were properly being expressed. A walk. Baking Writing Photos, I’ve taken A smile from the eyes Time spent together I would tell you everything through my actions I create. 10.11.18 spoken

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Letter – freedom Search for that what is inside is my enlightenment. Freedom from freedom a gratifyingly laborious task. In relief so is my enlightenment. 10.11.18 vicious cycle

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Letter – Thank Tears in thanks, I bow my head as I expand with tenderness that innocence cannot compare. Instilled with a dark soul, I cling to the good and hunt for hope. There you stand. In tears of thanks.   10.10.18 vain.

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When you’ve just received news your father has stage 4 tumors… I begin to feel this sunken withering cry swell deep within my chest.  My body sways, my mind is pressing hard, beyond comfort. for an escape.  This is me falling. Letter – Heart I’ve regretted enough and a little too few of knowing if … More 1010 – 18