Two worlds

In which world do you reside?
A dark barren existence or the one with light and life

Strange

Like the vine of a moonflower
That blooms in the dark
And rests in the light

Wasted Time

Empty palms reading brail
Written words across your brow
Time is just an illusion
Existing within a rhythm
Creating our own timepiece

WE ARE

Painted with the colors of
Love and Pain
Tears, laughter and sacrifice
Standing strong against the hands of time

Heirloom Eggshells

Finely laid egg shells break 
Each step becomes more frantic
Heirlooms passed down

Dire need

You’re not shutting me out

I’ve always been in

Let go of the lock and set us both free

Heart strings

Missing my dad..Getting use to him being gone is going to be hard.

Where am I?

“She’s blowing a gale today, batten down the hatches and lean into the wind. This storm will pass and tomorrow we can go fishing.” Quote by Robert M. Fisler