open, but just barely.
such a strange sleep
Solitude is a state of mind.
perspective is key
the waiting gets old
Please, bring some tidings.
“time” is beyond us.
the crooked made straight
we wait and wait…and…
a proud sight beheld, from stern to the prow.
Writing has its time and place
“feel the feels” a friend affirmed, and deeply dug did I.
When I wrote It didn’t fit
The vicious circle carries on. Must think to make the thinking gone.
When words fall short, the form will aid
Where are you? The time-lapsed blur teases your location.
Where will Kronos take me next?
It turns out that “in” is not where one should always opt.