Spots
It’s hard to be creative in the blinding sun. I can’t see the words pictures letters thoughts through the bright intensity. I try to look away and only spots are left. … Continue Reading
A glimpse into the chaos.
It’s hard to be creative in the blinding sun. I can’t see the words pictures letters thoughts through the bright intensity. I try to look away and only spots are left. … Continue Reading
There is a deep connection beneath the disconnect, yet we hardly even know who they are. We can’t be a part of their days weeks or years, really. Everything is … Continue Reading
I don’t always know where the line is – when I should shut up so I don’t cause any additional trouble or hurt someone unnecessarily and when I should speak up so … Continue Reading
I’m not sure how my words actually came across. I never asked. It seems too late now. I just keep wondering if I made a fool of myself, if I brave-ishly put myself out there … Continue Reading
I don’t always write or share as things happen. I tend to p r o c e s s so it’s not always (chroni)logical, and the senses or the … Continue Reading