Who knows what it takes to break the insides of me. Downtrodden and un-gifted, lifted and sifted down like detrimental dents in mental masks of merriment and drifted tasks. Like plastic bats that bat balls of battered shame and misplaced blame when it all rains the same ( Read more... )

I truly believe that home is where the heart is ( Read more... )

I find the words "free time" a little oxymoronic lately.

It's not exactly "free."

The last time the hours clocked in more sleep than can be counted was a few more than it would be worth. The light that struck this morning was a solid discord to the marsh light tantrums of the early twilight. The sounds of the morning birds that sound off when the closest of sunlight only brims the wisdom of the sunlight gale. Nothing too ( Read more... )