Move, Child! | Automatic Transcription.

You shouldn’t throw those words around like flaming lips in a one man show. As if you were the only one with the dagger. Ha! I say, as my mind scours the range for someone to mean their twisted truths, for someone to fall at my feet begging for a forgiving heart left bleeding between…

Grains of Sand.

November 2017 – Posting as a healthy reminder. “We really needn’t waste time explaining ourselves to or digging for answers in the minds of those playing in the sandbox, when our essence of truth lies on expansive beaches amongst the shifting waves and the microscopic brilliance within each grain of sand.” ~ Elizabeth I’m not…

Memories Faded.

Automatic Writing Session, November 11th, 2017. Memories faded as you forgave me for sitting on the fence. The edge of reason becomes a balancing act, but most don’t have the stamina to hold out long enough to see that when you fall, you land safely amongst the trees; only to climb back up and try…