'Tis a faint halo that hems in the moon A reminder that it is enslaved here, too By its own beauty, its Clair de Lune Much like the hearts it shines to woo Are we not all but silhouette As such, 'tis only shadows we beget The shrouds that encompass each starlet Illuminate dreams and... Continue Reading →
How is it that my eyes close and open without me That I do not die in the in-between Mayhaps I do when I forget to see If I can't see life then it must cease I must be blind to the air I breathe A sign that there's a brighter green That's born from gray and... Continue Reading →
Most children enjoy being tended to by their mothers when they are under the weather, but Little Miss Hobbs needed only the weather to tend to her, and mayhaps a bottle of bubbles to blow indoors without a mother to scold her about the scum it'd surely leave on the windows and floor.
I find the psychology of driving to be very interesting...
Even the plants on my windowsill stand a fair bit taller and more proud, emboldened by their addition to the polychromatic symphony. Mayhaps that is the secret to living well - seeing the morning sun.
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
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"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
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