There’s a restlessness that dwells deep in the caverns of my soul. It’s always there, sometimes it sleeps and lies dormant, suddenly out of nowhere it awakens. It pushes me to move, not always in the best direction. Some steps have been backwards, others have propelled me forwards. I feel it stretching it’s limbs, readyingContinue reading “Awakening”
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Home – FNS # 23
In the misty cool morning, fog rolls through these old brick streets. Shops open up, people wave, smile, and laugh.They ready themselves for another day in small town USA. The simplicity of living here is relaxing and breathtaking, all at once.I used to hate the fact that I may never leave here. But wherever IContinue reading “Home – FNS # 23”
Field Notes #21
This sip of coffee warms me up. It wakes up my insides, dusts offthe cobwebs that have formedovernight. To say that I don’t need coffeewould be like saying the sun doesn’t need the moon,Or me not needing you. It’s ridiculous and untrue.
Wasteland
Wandering through the desertWondering where I went wrong. I’m searching for somethingI always believed was there. Now I’m all alone in a dry and desolatePlaceSolitude seems to have become my onlyFriend Where do they all go in your time of need?Friends that is.They say they’ll be there, but when thingsGet thick they thin out. TheContinue reading “Wasteland”
Field Notes #12
The Porch Sessions
They say adventure Is out there You say you want it To feel the rush, excitement, The thrill To find yourself out there Sounds scary. But if you never say yes You’ll never feel the fullness Of what life has to offer
The comfort of memories
Yours
Take me by the handLead me to my freedomIn return I’ll be foreverYoursWe were like oil and waterSeparated, destined never to unite. You came for me in darknessIn the light I was blindBut I adjusted in time One word from you changed my lifeIt’s all I’ll ever need
No Moon
Cold afternoon, warm coffeeReading on the porch while youWork.The sun hides behind clouds and the shade is eerily similar to darkness, cold and empty.That’s what the world without you would be, cold and emptyYou are everything that is bright and warm and happy.Without you there would be no sun and with no sun there isContinue reading “No Moon”
A Voice Crying Out
The wind howl’s outside Like the voice of one Crying in the wild It seems to call me But I’m scared Terrified that it will call me Into the unknown places The reaches of which I have To go Far beyond what’s comfortable And easy Some where that is foreign And shaky I listen closeContinue reading “A Voice Crying Out”
