Quality of life is exasperating and folding me in half, leaving me alone, drifting on a raft in a major storm upon the ocean.
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Taking motion into wave lengths of prose, officiating speculatively in words of talented definitions.
Giving an ear, listening to prophetic qualms being registered and taken into areas of calming sacrifice.Noting limits of boundaries, finalizing plans to separate dimensions across the board and benefit from the results of every thought handed off to distant memories.
Lightening blue stretching across spans of heaven, bringing an enlightenment of wisdom’s knowledge.
A very special endearment sent from above.
Crisscrossing patterns flowing through my mind.
Closer together – traveling in the same space of timefor a short while.Latching onto each other like pieces of an old broken puzzle.Coming close – edges ragged and torn – trying to fit togethercomplete pictures.Bringing the past to mind – giving itself room to form a completepuzzle – making everything one piece – totally –…
Solid patterns are forming as they circle my mind, picturing intricate designs on photographic screens.
All of it giving intellect new directions to follow, into outer limits beyond our scope of vision.
The world becomes an empty place as you grow old.
Everywhere your eyes cast their glance there are thoughtsof lost romance and love, reminders lying around.Scattered over the field of grief are diamond tears cuttinginto memories of wonderful times now lost.Curtailed are events of yesterday, frightening aspects of afuture alone are enough to cause loneliness of eternal death.Good times spent together with family members, rememberedwith…