Where Do I Begin? I am in ruin, where do I begin? Nothing is true not even you for you are conditional surealism view lies to fool a few who knew better but were fools to dreams youths who flew in a cage crafted with glue that monsters could undo with addictive compulsive untruths.
Tag: change the narrative
Four Seasons
Four Seasons September is when I, find myself. October is when I, know myself. November is when I, establish myself. December is when I, Commit myself. With each season a little more I Am myself.
Courage Counts
Courage Counts Everyday to the grave go obscure great men and women. Weighed down by fear and timidity their greatness buried before their bones hit dirt. The shadows lament untried dreams and aborted first attempts. like a seed yet to germinate their potential lay asleep for more than half a century never to be woken with the kiss of consent. Paralysed by all the what ifs they never knew the joy to rise from the ashes. And so they remained as if they never were. And truly they and all they were remain frozen at a forgotten cliff.