Sometimes words fall out my mouth They mean no harm But you still flinch I want to be sorry But maybe it’s not my fault Maybe it’s just your worry And I don’t need to make space for that.
The universe will have its lessons. There’s no running, there’s no hiding. They creep up behind you and slowly stir, swirling emotions, thoughts, and actions. They’ll pull you in and down, up and around, catching you on details, snagging you on nails. Pinging, scratching, scraping, until you finally step back. Back Back Back And then, …
So many crossroads we see in this life. The right way is wrong and the wrong way is right. I choose one at random to see if I fall. Where does it lead? I don’t learn after all. For there were more roads when I walked that way. Only more decisions leading to dismay. How …
There is a beautiful text written Beneath the surface of this space And all that you see Lucky am I to dip underneath it In a bath of language unseen Taking in all the lines, turning and Pinging of the journey unknown to All who reside only above it.
