Month: March 2022
A Ways From Anywhere
Wintery winds howl,
calling a bluff.
The sky’s story turns dark,
when only halfway.
Each of my breaths,
more and more breath.
They followed in dance,
but leave me too.
To chase drifts that whistle,
and those raw gales…
God, to the bone.
The forest taunts,
I hear the scratching.
Slowing motion, I’m straight into fear,
hopeless and alone.
I beg the moon a bond.
Journal Entry # 230 – Don’t Allow Time to Drift Away
There are many moments in a day, but the important ones belong to me. – Ash
Take me to a Spring
where every day was as young as I
and the sun would come winking through the curtains
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Am I Write? # 30 -A Moment, A Muse
I always seem to forget that to get something out of me, first I must get out myself. – Ash
Am I Write? # 29 – Transcribe You’re Alive!
Writing is where I get the chance to add my sentence to the story of existence. – Ash
Journal Entry # 229 – Past Therapy
Living in the past is OK every now and again. To bask in the emotional comfort of a triggered memory. But do not live too long in the days gone by, because you’ll wind up missing the days that go by. – Ash