Almost weaseled my way out of this one. No such luck. Enough life is left in my mind this evening, and enough ideas were scratched out upon paper to convince your humble narrator to practice this exercise in vanity, yet again. We’ll see how it goes. Potentially (likely) horribly. Perhaps profound, but we shall let…
Tag: writing
less, speech
silent, that bastard and right when least most expected. so sold, so, infected the convections of overlooked yesterdays, the fix, nice, and quick for to quake awake the off cast fever- to take, and bleed believer- to weave there, or, here, or anywhere- to feel faith, (understated at least)- to feel…
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.
