nothing to see here really
She burst through
the pallid moonscape with a breathless
summer kiss
Lingering
upon her lips
Feeding our hermetic appetites
folding into the bliss of unity
allowing the harvest of ashes to be taken up
by those who
lit the match
Historical hysteria
finds no foothold here
too little time and far much more to
Be
It’s late and I am writing again. There’s a soft patter of raindrops falling outside tonight. The hiss of the freeway (which I now drive to a regular job) is there but much more distant tonight. Continue reading Identity Crisis
So I took the photo you see above while awaiting to finish what would be my last night in Oregon. This may be temporary, it may be permanent, only time will tell. I have had some incredible adventures and disappointments while living here. All of those moments are memories now as I am embark on a new chapter within this wild ride of life that I have had the opportunity to live. Continue reading Second Chances |Seattle
