I don’t know about you, but for me, it doesn’t take much. Always a vastly easier task to let my mind spiral down than it making it march forward. Toxic thought, coursing about the unattended neurons. Any point in time. That which has, that which is happening and that which has not. And may never…
Category: sunday morning thoughts
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 7.22.18
This one started Sunday morning. Early. So early, we believed it still be Saturday night. Such wonderful fools.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 7.15.18
You can’t keep every word. Something gets lost, eventually. Or thrown away. You can only keep so much in the collection of what falls out of your head. Even less room for keeping the words that fall from the heads of others.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 7.8.18
Perhaps I don’t speak of my own fortune enough. Though it may not be something that is total luck responsible. I am grateful all the same.
The Veracious Facade 