The clouds always part
Snow falls and then melts
The best kind of storm –
White, to blot out all the gray
I am so, so, sick
Opposites attract, Except, of course, when they Don’t.
Contemplate what will be seen
I’m back Here from There
I look at your eyes / and forget they have color.
he enters the fray daunted – so much like before
where again is there?
joy and grief collide
trust me – my new was harder.
Freedom is strange… New.
This is the essence of hope – Vistas unshrouded by light.
working on a “thing”
His, the warmest cold
Where will Kronos take me next?
don’t judge what you don’t enjoy
now I just feel dumb.
you see what’s not there