Writing is an emotional bunker to which I retreat to protect myself from the war zone of life. Brown, short tufts,. Earth meets hoary blue,. I could not write to describe you. Much as I desired to ascribe to you,. The winter and the fall in leaves of thoughts,. All my literary plans tied in frustrating knots,.

Ramblings From an Apathetic Adult Baby. Do you have a loved one circling the drain? Chroma-key shot of Terry cowboy hat, yellow button-down, and bolo tie swirling around as he shrinks into a generic shot of draining water.

Life Is Like A Painting. We are all given an empty canvas when we are born. Yellow and orange for every moment of joy and happiness, for that race in high school that we won, for the nights we spent with incredible friends dancing or gossiping about nothing in particular;. Blue for the days when we were down and low, for all those Mondays we hated going to work;. We keep adding all these colors to our emp.

A look within the mirror after the dream dies. Do You Know What Bothers Me? February 19, 2013. Do you know what bothers me? It bothers me that sharing. My experience will probably never prevent a spouse from cheating. What I Would Not Give. What I would not .