Other creatures fly with far less hope.
With so limited a vista, no wonder I haunt you! I’ve nothing better to do.
FEAR NOT! The angels always say.
At the very least – PTSD starts with “Post”, So I’ve got that going for me…
CONTROL is my Achilles’ heel, you see; I like to think that I can call the moon.
If I ran the zoo (hey, you know what? I do!)
Tracking my software development.
dark hours accuse, misuse, abuse, confuse. The hope of living rises with the sun.
Try as I might, I just can’t see the beauty.
A Gift – Consistently Cared For.
bear the arid flatness
measure the passing of our existence
celestial cycles don’t control all darkness.
“feel the feels” a friend affirmed, and deeply dug did I.
If only Coleridge had given Okeonos to that Mariner of olden days…
Do they ever stop breathing?
Build Me! Your unseeing eye squints in condescension
into her cavernous gullet everything goes.