I write will be delicious.
Each morning
The house is lonely, silent, and shuttered.
An ability to see beyond the outer circumstance
inner silence
Once again I am consumed by thoughts of all
It was there where I met you
Grounded.
Feet on the ground, easy breath.
Your life as a canvas
Millions of moments have come and gone, although
It begins slowly, seeping in around the edges, and it is just a small amount.
