Time fades as age does. The two play outside until it’s time to come in.

Darkness has found me again. It’s time to fight the wind or drown in it. My hands are tired of holding on.

Let go of the wind;let it freely fly through the ancient trees and green brush-fields. Release it to play with the sun and sky and all life’s occupy

Let’s ignore each other and divert our eyes in time and become voluntary wanderers beneath perhaps this unrequited midnight light. Let’s forget about our thoughts and recycle the void between us. Let’s escape as we do

I don’t trust anyone. Why must I change, and risk it all?

Lost perhaps I am tonight under darkness or candle light. A small box of mine does reside, a keeper of things that I must hide. In a small box I reside, my thoughts and soul and my mind decide. lost perhaps or thrown away? A quiet truth, never lies.

Into the fire we go. Resolute and unwavering we forge towards our destiny. We shall not show the anxiousness but intent and we will continue when the light fades or the path becomes treacherous. We are certain for ‘tis where we’ve come that drives us forward. Whatever comes will come as it must and whatever …

From within, echos rise up and signify hope. They are alive within me like tiny ants or silent fires. Why do I survive? I misunderstand this being I’m within, for it has strange power. It’s heals, grows and is flexible beyond simple things.

There are times when nothing is the only something worth doing. This usually happens when I’m more tired than usual and the thought of concentrating is itself more laborious than at other times. At times like these, thinking quietly and slowly is therapeutic, and productive provided it is about nothing in particular. Sleeping is a …

I try to be realistic but my usual tendencies are an unsettled medley of mis-shape; my quiet thoughts are missing. The emptiness inside is inevitable. My friends are gone. What friends? My thoughts are dying. They watch me instead of listening to me. It’s because I am like like the wind – picking up the …