Whether words arrive first or actions seal a later deal, steely-edged knowing lines the knife slicing the belly of goodbye.
I saw myself as a lubricious swain.
A dream to be followed lead me,Bed to bed, to yours.
Life was cementedon a tarmac of layoversuntil I stopped hopingfor a set destination,buckled into the driver’s seatand learned how to…
In response to the one-line prompt for June 24th, 2020
Do dreams call us to actionor are they mere fantasies to entertain?You choose.
Choice involves will, and “will or will not” meansI have a will to act or not act;As I will.
You are herebecause…
Empty of choice,I never realizedI had sold my choosing soulTo Routine.