It Is Very Hard
To be the wrong kind of right To be patient To endure
Tall walls. Walls that even sunlight cannot penetrate. No sound. No scent.
To be the wrong kind of right To be patient To endure
The dust motes drift languidly Like they have nowhere to be.
I loved a women once.
She is a cathedral. My masterwork
We can and should help others. Especially those closest to us.
You Cannot gently take a gift from a closed fist.
In the 5th grade, our class was studying Greek mythology when our art teacher suggested we build our own trojan horse.
Saturday Afternoon 240914 2pm
An old woman is why we have stopped here today. She has spent her life worrying, angry and complaining. But the kindness of my friends drives them to stop and say kind things to her. To help with the dishes, to make sure she’s taking her meds and eating enough.
Saturday Afternoon 240914 2pm
An old woman is why we have stopped here today. She has spent her life worrying, angry and complaining. But the kindness of my friends drives them to stop and say kind things to her. To help with the dishes, to make sure she’s taking her meds and eating enough.
I do not wish To be loved,