Whether wished or woeful, the words still seem to will their way. To me, or through me- to you, whoever, wherever you are. But the clouds of my own sentience seem to shroud what should be said. If anything even should.
Tag: despair
Monday Evening Thoughts: 10.7.24
Feasting upon some auburn twilight, I thought of insignificance. My own, of course, but on a grander scale as well. As funny as that may seem. Grand insignificance. Ha. Glad to see my humor isn’t lost yet.
