“Do you remember it? Do you remember the sword and it’s sheath? Do you remember the carvings?”
…her brutal truths and long silences which she would wield as weaponry, had been ground down, curved softly into conscious wisdom.
… I see her smile in her dreams. For once, all seems quiet and gentle. And consistent. I would have reprieves of such times in the past, but they would disappear as a flicker in the wind.
I painted the waves with the pen of my memories..
Rather than heavy words and even heavier thoughts and feels, maybe just a bit of cuteness!
I ascended slightly. I wanted to feel the pain of the full wind coming at me. I wanted to test the strength which I knew I had and therefore, was no test at all.
After teasing me about the possible content of a few chapters…
Spring approaches just off the horizon.
February 13, 2022 More of the story… The Story continues on the story page (I really need to work on… Read more The Absence of Noise.
December 31, 2021. I just needed to create, here, in this space, one more time in 2021. Thank you. And… Read more 2021. Goodbye, Year.