Sometimes, in the middle of this… the beginning of that… and the end of those… I know I’m losing my… mind. Chaotically beautiful and peacefully benign, my mind is in recess as my conscience fiddles with random settings. Still, there is a stormy, haunting void noiseless thoughtless tranquil silence when nothing (and I do mean …
Love blooms as fire flies freely in the twilight due flames blades then fade
Damned alarm clock rings LATE! Monday begins in haste snooze button works well
Resolutions are like bubbles from plastic wands– POP! Quickly they fade.
Dark, misty, gray dawn armored cloud shedding raindrop bombs renew and destroy
Potpourri of lies, a certain culprit now feels tiger paws–my WORDS.
Petals open as the soft flower blooms in heat releasing sweetness.