chaoticallysmallpoetryOct 3, 20191 min readMore.The trials of life open one into wanting more. To overcome odds of being. Preserve something, and do more. Enjoy more. Be more.Poems1 view0 comments
The trials of life open one into wanting more. To overcome odds of being. Preserve something, and do more. Enjoy more. Be more.
LabyrinthWhen future knocks on my door, it emphasizing the growth I have taken the staircase that never stop going. Forever growing and in either direction.
Beautiful.the clouds moving across the pale blue sky, dripping rain down on my patio. My cats sleeping next to each other, butt to butt, when about two years ago they couldn't stand each other. They breathe in
Cold RushTime to increase down the aisle. Opening up to something else that I can't see, to feel the assault of love slap me in the face.