There are some rather odd and ridiculous sayings that come to mind under the influence of such mischievous quiddities as whiskey and autumntime.
Wonders of Whiskey and the Willow Tree
This Incorrigible Springtime, Pt. II
...and yet... There is something to behold. Something you least anticipated. Something... forgetive
Hearing the Stars, Pt. III: My Name
It is my name they call. My only task henceforth is to learn my own name.
Spaces Between Your Fingers
You will be glad for the brief time you spent with spaces between your fingers.
Before the Storm Has Ceased
I promise to return before the storm has ceased.
Hearing the Stars, Pt. II: But the Silence
They were and I was, and altogether united and altogether separated, we were.
The Moment of Dawn
The sunrise is an ever-evolving thing. Who is to say where and when she truly begins and ends?
The Art of Being
All I can say is, much like this post, I didn't know how it all started, where it went, and I pray it never concludes. All I knew was that I simply was in that moment, and the precise art of being is one to always be sought but never mastered.
An Adventure Contemplated
And so, my pulse slowed, fever abated, fingers went numb. Yet there is still a touch of blush in my pale cheeks and blue lips. There is still a glint of the blinding sunrise scintillating in my eye.
December Rose 