Future Visions

The sun shinesbrightthen burns Without glassesdark spotsbecome spiders The horizonslipsout of grasp My searching handsfindnothing The miragecreatedfrom fear Future visionsfleeat the sight of me Weekly Theme: New Year

A Still Stone Welcomes The Moss 

"Have you heard, a rolling stone gathers no moss?" "Of course, and I know what you're getting at, but I'm happy where I am, I'm happy with moss. So, I'll stay right here thank you." "Well, nice to know that you're comfortable settling." "You know, a rolling stone may not gather moss, but it probably … Continue reading A Still Stone Welcomes The Moss