1:1 “Why are you alone?” “They taught me I needed no one else.”
Exhaling towers of yellow haze like Smaug the Terrible, in my lonely solitude, I rocked to and fro on a shadowy slab of concrete, and let the sounds of the world wash over me.
Wish I could be a kid again, but doesn’t everybody? There’s nothing I’d do over again, just want to live easy.
Sometimes, I find myself envious of the lifestyle of a dog. I cannot help but think, it would be nice to be a dog, with a kind owner or family. I only hope, that they would spoil me, feed me people food more than they should. But maybe that is asking too much, even if … Continue reading Sometimes I am Envious of Dogs (a poem)
Life is a transitory thing, reaching the finish nearly as it begins. It scarcely frustrates its pace enough, it cannot appreciate the beauty, horror, or intrigue— these that churn to being in the wake of its steps. Yet as it bounds forward, the lights that gather into flame, rather than shine with persevering luster, … Continue reading “Tell me of Life” (a musing, 2017)
