Life is a summer breeze
“I guess I felt attached to my weakness. My pain and suffering too. Summer light, the smell of a breeze, the sound of cicadas...
escape
My heart swings back and forth between the need for routine and the urge to run.
A secret place in the woods
There is a place where words are born of silence,
A place where the whispers of the heart arise.
There is a place where voices sing...
the wind
You have to feel the bite of the wind to appreciate the warmth of a winter coat. ~Fennel Hudson
To dream or to be
“It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes makes its way to the surface.”
Virginia Woolf.
The eye in the sky
I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And...