You, Me and Everything That’s Already Been Said

Here I am again, on bended knee one more time. Here I am again, crouched in some corner--with a pen and pad, bleeding my heart to you. Here  I am again, crying the same tears from yesterday. I don't know what else to say, because we've been here so many times. I am trying so... Continue Reading →

The Little Bird

The little bird rode the wind, trapeze somersaults and mesmerizing ten point leaps gliding on the surface, like skaters glide on ice. But once the gust died down, the little bird was earthbound--a tiny creature, vulnerable, bland, and ordinary. There was nothing left but faded memories, repeat playback tracks of days gone by. Be free... Continue Reading →

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