Step by small step, tiny prints in the sand, The waves they creep, clearing them off the land. Your purpose is lost in the early dawn mist. You already know the pain of the lost unknown.
Smells stir memories bitter sweet. Graphite, paper, dried paint. History.
Understanding ourselves is like falling up. If we only could, we would learn to fly. Rather we fall forever, never finding the ground.
He is the man in the waterfall, Playing the music of the world. Give him your heart and soul. Give him your true self. Deception is your only enemy. Bravery is your greatest weapon. Do not fear him, He will not judge. There is no good And no evil there, Beneath the waterfall. He is … More Beneath the Waterfall
There was a ring in his teacup. Being a reserved and sensible man, he complained politely, but became distressed when the waiter would not take the ring. The manager had to be brought forth to question all of the staff. No one would admit to being the owner of the ring. “Take it home,” suggested … More Unimportance
At one time or another everyone has experienced writer’s block, that terrible moment when we just can’t get the words out, and we feel like we’ve lost our touch. The feeling might be more terrifying to writers but I think all of us find it intimidating. So what can we do about writer’s block? Simply … More Talk Ideas Out