Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
I have a whimsy bouncing around inside my head. Its a gnat of an idea, bothersome......almost, in it’s ability to distract me.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
Is it possible with intention to transform myself? To possibly recreate my entire reality. A reboot of the most extreme nature,
Shadows of the past surround me. Casting their darkness upon me. Throwing a pall of quiet desperation across my
Of this I am certain I am not perfect, not nearly so. I suffer from the human condition. Born as we all are without most of my imperfections,
It was a cool sunny day, one of those days that only early fall can provide, I walked. In an ancient town in an older countryside.
Our thoughts like reflections on water are easily disturbed. A gentle breeze across the surface of a lake and the image disappears.
Sometimes I wish I was oblivious, totally clueless. Walking through my life unawares. Caring not for anything other than, what’s next.
Hate, such an ugly word. Usually preceded by the word “I” I’ve used this word, “I hate shrimp” for example.
My reality is different than yours, yours is different than mine. Yet our paths cross, our lives interact. Sometimes they just brush against each other.
The landscape is devoid of any color, save mostly black and white. The trees are adorned with a fresh snowfall.
How have you done this? Some spell cast perhaps, woven through your words, your gestures and your smiles.
The other day I glanced back. I took a look back at my life. Reliving in mer moments, what took a lifetime to transpire.
