Phases
Looking at the round, bright moon above this night made me think about our own phases. When it blooms; when
late night thoughts
Poetry, Thoughts
Past and Present Flashbacks
Writing this with my eyes closed, wanting to keep trapped the thoughts that might slip through the cracks when I
What Was It? – a Poem
The clues were always there, I just never knew how to read. Now trying to solve the mystery I get