I listen for your words.

They are a guilty pleasure.

Your way of speaking… disjointed​, but connected.  One point linked to the next, however obscure.

Rolling your words around in my mind.

Dizzy. Detached.

Clinging to thoughts that swirl around me, with no intention of touching mine.

Worshiping an ideal.

Realizing that it ended before it ever started.


Universe: why does everything​ have to be so far away? Our world is seeking connections that are out of reach.

Earth: so fragile, while so strong. Humans need to look UP.

Community: seek out and around before looking down.  How can anyone complain if they have the ability to make their woes global?

Individual: look inward. Are you who you were meant to be?

Self: listen, process: Be.


My mind surmises..



Journeys unknown…revisited; imagined, evaluated…over-thought.

Seeking out the verse of another. The one who speaks my language, only bolder.

I implore: If you visit my words at all…please give me access to yours.






She was tired of living someone else’s dream.

No matter how much heart she poured out, it was never enough.

Her newfound focus ~ activity – movement – self-appreciation…

That would see her through.

She would walk away, and with such a smile!