Whistles silent, brews stress pinched to the nape. TV flickers black and white but can’t turn it off. Frozen mittens dry from the blessed heat, brings sweat with no one to blame. Mumbles first, like there’s someone to fight back. Then, the knee goes, not worry, just wonder. Past eight… …old lady’s not home.
I walked a path less travelled, on a road covered in red. Evergreens bowed before me, to welcome back an old soul. Draped, lonely…in silence. A still that became my only friend. There, my worries were sheltered, protected by a forgotten trail. That journey became ritual, to protect me from blended reality. I ran as […]
I remember that song. Every note just for me. Sweet melody, aimed straight toward my heart. Our souls in tandem with the music. I’d bathe in the cast of your light. You with that grin. I’m there sometimes, when I go back, for a listen…just for me.
Posted on February 23, 2019
You fail only if you stop writing. – Ray Bradbury
Ah, to be young again. I was in a googling wormhole a few nights ago and came across the movie poster you see above. As soon as this image popped up in my web search, I instantly smiled in recollection. I was a young boy, thirteen I think, some community group was putting off a […]