Sunday Morning Thoughts: 12.3.17

Oh, sweet and bitter and bittersweet opportunity. A crisis of hopes and realities drawn together in a briefly witnessed moment and provoked by a choice. What to do, what to do? And maybe quicker than it arrived, off it goes. To the endless depths of wonder, regret and the hypotheticals of former possibilities. Will another…

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 11.19.17

Oh! To wonder about where one is from where one once was! To attempt to think of the self from the stance of some former self. A you from long, or short, ago. To place the situation of actualities in the current under the lens of younger days. You know, what I mean. Would ten-year-old…

Last Trip

At 6:35am, he had his first beer. First cigarette at 6:41. He had met someone. The night before. Not intending too. Which might be why it bounced so heavily about his mind.