tell me how I can make a dream come true like the one I had last night of you and then there was the night before and…well, so many many more
it’s the one where you said hello and the tears suddenly began to flow we rushed into an embrace and held each other tight all I wanted to do was hold on with all my might
I tried to stay for as long as one dream could remain in a place void of the hurt, the loss, the pain oh please tell me how I can make that dream come true when I dream a little dream of you
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. – John Lubbock
a weathered man greets me on a corner his face, aged ten times and his smile barely cracks but I know it’s there as his eyes always confirm for a million moments in passing he shares with me his story I read every line trenched in his scaling cheek and coarse wore out locks paint for me a daily tragedy and all I do is keep walking
I’ve wasted so much time and heartache trying to find out why someone no longer loves me. When all I had to do, was accept that they probably never did. Therefore, I’m free. – Ash
Ah, Det. Frost! Perfect, you’re here. OK, since we’re all present, let’s get started. Follow me, the body is this way. So, Det. Frost, have you ever dissected a frog? In high school, perhaps? Then, how about a teacher? Ever dissect a teacher?
Frost, hey…come in, sit down. Listen, you’re up. Downstairs just called. Someone’s found a body. They say this one’s a smidge above their pay grade. So, I’m going to need you to take the lead. Captain! What about my vacation? You know it starts tomorrow. You know how long I’ve been planning for this. My wife’s going to kill me. I don’t even take vacations, and she finally convinced me. Oh, she’s killing me. I am just as dead as this vic. Calm Down, calm down! Cap, you’re the one who put this trip in her mind. I’m sorry Frost, I realize that. And, it wasn’t me, it was my lovely wife. At your party. Deal with it Frost, you’re a big boy. She’ll understand. What can I say? This stuff happens in our world. You signed up for this. Now, stop your whining. Take a look in that folder. It’s what we know so far. You’re going to owe me Cap. Promise me an extra three weeks right here on the spot and I’ll do an about-face. We won’t have to discuss anything further and I’ll do my job and hopefully save my marriage at the same time. We’ll talk about it Frost. No promises. Remember, I am your superior. I can just order you. Alright, alright…let me see the damn file. Geez, why can’t serial killers be like teachers and take the summer off? Yeah, about that Frost. The vic… …he’s a teacher.
It’s black inside the ocean especially in the shadows where sharks pretend to sleep my eyes barely banish their stares until what lurks finally confronts me but… why have they not teethed on this body that drifts alone lifeless and willing could they sense poisoned blood from just a taste am I worse
Hope you’re off to a great start to the week. Lately, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about my habits. Specifically, my digital habits or screen-time. It’s been a love/hate relationship for me recently. I’m a Paralegal by profession and I work at a law firm downtown. So, my day already consists of sitting in front of a computer for eight hours. Then, there’s the smartphone that I carry with me, factor in that I’ve always been a gamer, and while we’re at it, we may as well throw this laptop that I’m using in the mix. That quickly puts me at four devices. By the look of things, my screen-time seems to be already pushing some sort of red zone.
Earth To Ash 