it’s complicated is it really so rude to choose not to use chopsticks a fork a spoon work so much better even fingers in a pinch who’s idea was it to eat with sticks why spend time fighting with the food when satisfying an appetite
three spirits one man if you listen deeply you will hear my howl it comes from my heart sometimes in soft whispers sometimes a hollering call always of love always protecting always for you at day as i roam forging through the woods it is my test
DO it …………a collection of mismatched socks & shoes a weird combination of booze the tv news has nothing new sleep an option that would require pop’n
a new year’s toast is this new year any different than the last only in days spent more blissful, bright & content shedding those distressed, dysphoric wrapped in lament take into toll people who’ve crossed your path asking, wanting nothing other than sharing laughter in the moments of disorder and
holiday musing bring together your family & friends remind each and everyone of them tis the season to hang holly be jolly & merry too trim a tree with red & green bows light candles for all of those while waiting for a snow to fall while
night warrior you the night warrior darkness your friend living in dreams born under the moon we the spirits of change in flight to enlighten those who understand transformation is not to be feared our voices call out reach beyond the horizon reach for the stars