I am sleeping here left to grow wings to fly on my own rather stay curled up like a seed buried deep. but my hope does not slumber and so I rise. Legs seem to tremble. unsteady fumbling standing at the starting gate every day the same race. and I ache to run because hope … More ounces
I do believe I am over run with projects. Just cannot stop, will not stop.
It is I the wayward writer. Here today, gone tomorrow. I am a very undisciplined sort, managing my time is not my forte. And my desires swing like monkey’s in trees. I do a lot of painting and working outside, watching episodes and playing games. Perhaps a few spare moments of just staring out windows, … More Go Jesus
INTO THIS DEEP 