Not the day I’d anticipated. Right from the start. Disagreed with the preconceived agenda immediately which didn’t necessarily sweeten an already sour mood.
Tag: love
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.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 10.27.19
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.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 11.25.18
There was a note this morning. Left from myself. Orange paper, stuck to the desk. It read, “it is good for a poet to wait in the rain.”
The Veracious Facade 