It was the wind that told her you must go, for there are opportunities for you to grow. The answer is not his embrace, it is what you will find...wide-open space.
A cold kiss on the cheek, I lacked the strength to speak. For it was a breath, a gasp that did not catch. These words that did not take flight, in the end be they my plight. That cold caress of death. How it robs us of breath.
Lately, I've been drawing my inspiration from pictures. I see captions when I look at them, little sentences frozen in time just like pictures are moments frozen in time. I'll try to post more 'one liners' as I've currently called them until I come up with a better title. Maybe 'a short note' or 'just a word, please?' That's really all for now, silent world.