Trying to write what I see, usually with a poem. By day I mix audio. Most other hours I husband and father. Then I write… www.linkedin.com/in/dangellert
A picture missing that character bruises the soul.Like butterflies in the stomach or overheating when interviewed, the body feels odd…
Down for now
Broken pieces falling from fingers.They land on a head inside a room where silent walls encouragethe pieces to reunite…
Dyin’ ain’t nothin’```Happens to every living thingLivin’s somethin’ tho’```When you respect dying
ISmall sentences witheven smaller words arrive.Tiny thoughts for the soul.