There was one cold day, in particular, that I vividly remember that affected me deeply. It was when the wind would blow and I’d feel…
Poetry
Awaking Of Malaise
You sit there calm cool collective
A gentle smile presents itself
Open to the thought of connecting
But constantly on guard.
Time Life Meandering Spring
I wonder where to start
This is not the story of my life
This is a story that has so many things in it