And if today is just a day// I'll just make it a good day//Keeping myself human along the way
Keeping Myself Human
Escaping Dissolution
Trembling with the length of each sentence//Meaninglessly desperate to delay its end...
The Magic of Real Life
A coffee and pen//Daydreaming again//Trying to imitate the magic of real life//As I write
A Fallen Ambassade
The pen rests on the page - a fallen ambassade...
For Love’s Sake
Using all tools for Love's sake...
Willow-Like
We flow, blurring the fading wike between writer and write
Crack in the Wall
That night, as I laid bed, stories running through my mind, with a groan and creak, I lifted my head, then I understood, and I cried
Ruminations of a Working Man: Here I Sit
So here I sit, desperately trying to not be a poor excuse for a working man.
December Rose 