I ponder for hours but I’m really churning the same crap into mush. __________ Advertisements
The stomach churns and aches while the head is pounding but go on–I must. __________
Death means you’re gone, but not from the hearts of loved ones. Whose hearts do you live? __________
Do any peeps of honorable character still exist today? __________
Lights twinkle across the landscape as people share in cosmos delights.
Life is your rowboat and regardless of weather, oars give direction.
His path, long and dark, where choices were sinister and he’d not look back.
Darkness dwells below this willow and yet sunlight dances on its crown.