I am flawed. All are, in some sort of way. Can’t break the mold, as they say. But as my days past turn to years and those years start to pile, I have lost more and more of the fear of those flaws. For some of them can never change. And those that can change,…
Tag: thoughts
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 11.4.18
This has become important for me. That is why it continues. Perhaps, once, I knew an audience I was writing for. Broad, and yet more specific at certain points. This was once more a letter outward more than whatever it is now. Or am I remembering incorrectly? Well within possibility.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 8.5.18
Maybe it is the very question. That which pulls me back, week after week- with all the irregularities in between. Each time one of these begins, the wonder and worry of why plumes about my neurons.
The Veracious Facade 