Far away Dripping further away
My thoughts and thinking?
More late night writing on 1/13/18 Love is blind. Love hurts. Love needs to wait. Love will run out. <br/><br/>You know what?<br/><br/>What do 'I' see in "love"? My toes scrunch together, collecting tiny bits of the unknown ground. My ears collect the sound waves of the unknown water, slapping against the unknown ground. My lips, tasting the salty unknown bre... How can you see into ones mind? It starts and ends with a window. I used to know the truth; I knew that I was right;
an attempt at a rhymed poem, trying to make light of my failing vision! i’m bound to lose it sooner or later i suppose! I am the master of seeing things that are not there, Not that I have regrets,