Entry 56: The scent and the thorns

This moment contains the Agony of not knowing what tomorrow will bring,  And the certainty that it will be the same. It contains the fear of […]

Entry 50: Richness

The spoon Tings against the ceramic in Cadence like a small church bellWarmth emanates to my handsSmells of roasted oat and cardboard permeate my nostrilsRibbons of honey and […]

Entry 45: What if: I am infinite

I am infinite.  I am worth more than the size of my home, my salary, or even the money in the bank account.  I am more […]