It's so funny how I I can feel so lost in no time No time at all, and no rhyme as to why I feel just a tiny bit dead inside But that's not right at all making a zephyr out of a squall And now I am just appalled I recall all Now, totally... Continue Reading →
Place of Life
I recently went to the Grand Canyon with my brothers and sisters, and for a moment, I could breathe. There are no pictures that will do the Canyon due justice in representing its grandeur, and truly no words in any language that can properly express the joy I experienced with those that I Love. Perhaps... Continue Reading →
Motorcycle Man
A man goes for a late-night ride on his motorcycle on his way into town. On the way there, he is approached by another man wearing white shoes. White shoes asks motorcycle man, "Are you ready to go?" "No," motorcycle man replies, "I have so much to do, and it's late. My son starts his... Continue Reading →
December Rose: An Insight
Sometimes, I don't really know who I am. Let me explain... I like to consider myself a "creative." I search for various ways to express myself because I find enjoyment and catharsis by doing so. I think it began when I was young and lost track of who I was or who I thought I... Continue Reading →
Place Devoid of Shadows
For one blissful moment, I see your smile. It fills my stomach with frantic butterflies and makes me giddy as a child at a carnival. Your arms outstretched, racing to be caressed by my warmth, not knowing it is you who gives my heart its flame. Our heads lean in, growing nearer until I can all... Continue Reading →
There, I Will Find Love
If I were to walk the world, I'm not even certain I'd want walk it with my legs. I want to breathe it in with my lungs, peruse it with my eyes, feel it with my fingers... Because all of those are patient within me. But not my legs, and not my heart. Certainly not my... Continue Reading →
Little Miss Hobbs, Pt. XI: Applause for the Watchmaker
Considering his words, she slowly walked back over to him and he returned the box to her, smirking with moist eyes. "You are right. I am so sorry." she said remorsefully. She opened the box, lifted the treasure, and placed it back on the table in a different spot than the shopkeeper had earlier. A... Continue Reading →
Little Miss Hobbs, Pt. X: Applause for the Watchmaker
Her eyes widened as she approached the little glass table at the near-center of the room, pocketwatch likewise nearly-but-not-quite centered, and in amazement, noticed how even her movement in the room changed the dynamic of the sound, adding a rush of wind or hush of respite as she passed by the many keepsakes that had... Continue Reading →
Ross
Under the rays of the velvety, pink and golden sky, a hush settled over the little part of the world where the children often played. A particular quiet, however, was apparent in the air of the Demey's greenhouse, where Ross often sat to think. The stillness of it all was not like the stifling atmosphere... Continue Reading →
December Rose 