Local Love

I need something. Anything, please? I need this, I need that. But I won't choose any of it, rather let it be force-fed to me in some irr...

This must be how my Grandmother's felt when they had to be at home with the kids that their husbands helped to create. That lonely and ...

I imagine a life of steady rhythms beating to a drum; the same beat that pumps blood and oxygen through my body. I imagine a life of moving ...

I can't this place is stale, rotting... I can't I can't move any longer like a snake making the same mistakes, biting it'...

I just can't do this anymore...my seat is beckoning me to get off of it and reach for another place to be. The whispers have gotten to m...

Oh, how that taste lingers. That familiar taste of something lingering in the air. I am caught between my intuition and my fear. Which is ly...

And in just one moment, with the snap of a finger, a thought unraveled, a snapping of a twig...something changes and your whole life is thro...

And nothing, I mean nothing is ever enough. Or it is too much. Too often I am here and then I am there but never truly here....

What does it mean to die? My rose colored glasses have changed color. To the color of, well I don't quite have the name for it yet. But ...