What happens when you call 911 and there is no answer ( Read more... )

The journey, oh the journey. It is happening, and it is me missing pieces on writing the book no longer. Lots may mean nothing, to many people, but few will stick to what it is that I understand. You understand. Honesty with yourself. No other. Rely, on no other. Speak, to no other. You, are no other. The streets may be warm, but sure can turn cold ( Read more... )

I passed!

Would the world ever stop long enough to give you that one open moment ( Read more... )

Rolling between rocks, I am water.