A depressing state of affairs in a life so full of nature and prayer.
Preferring to have company of friends and family now – here – while I’m alive.
At my funeral I won’t be able to see or talk with any of them, so I’d love to have their company while I still can here on earth.
Still sitting here alone and writing of what I’d like to happen.
A fitting tribute to the liberty and freedom of my mind through intellectual imagination.Giving a reprieve from the mundane occasions of life and it’s trials.Being blown away time after time with the final visions of my thoughts, wondering continually where they come from.Knowing it’s an innate gift given by God, it’s still a mystery to…
holding onto a breath of life.Persistent calming anecdotescovering me entirely.
a mind, floating in imaginative depths of animaginary ocean.
Focusing always on shores of beauty somewhere in the future.
Holding on for reminders of why I am still here, wondering how things will eventually turn out.
