I didn’t get immediately out of bed. I stayed there for a short while, listening to the rain. Lingering. Between worlds. Looking as the blue hum of hue, cased in right angles, snuck out from behind the blinds.
Category: sunday morning thoughts
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 10.20.19
Without any effort at all, the thought of ‘why bother’ sails across the forefront of my mind. Matters not, the cause. It goes along its way just the same. Sometimes it passes. Gone just as quick as arrived and not much afterthought, if any at all given towards where or why it went.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 10.13.19
Time, and the timing of things, events, circumstance- a fascinating, empowering and crippling side effect of the constitution of existence. Yours, mine, ours. Or just the whole thing all together. Good timing… oh, what a thing, right? And how about a good time? Love me a few of those.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 10.6.19
There’s this trepidation about feeling accomplished. Something that I have, about my own doings. Don’t know if this applies anywhere else.
The Veracious Facade 