It pains me Envisioning my journals Beloved words capturing my soul Mouldering in my absence As I fade to dust Advertisements
Thriving on rhythms Predictable patterns help Free me from stresses Chaos stresses me, for good and for ill. Looking back, I once believed I was adventuresome. Now, I see my delusion. Joining the Navy wasn’t radical. Well, I was born in a Naval hospital. There was nothing more known to me. Interesting this notion, embedded […]
The electric dance of nerves and muscles senses alive fully enhanced by the now.