Silhouettes in the sun heads down, eyes fixed, watching as the coin wobbles and sinks to lie as their heart, flat, motionless crushed by the wait for love
and, in this deflated state do they miss the ripples fail to see the little waves crashing against the remnants of another's longing desires cast likewise lives pinned under the weight of unacquainted love
I clasp tighter the hand within mine bow my head a silent wish
Neurons fire, awakened from deep within the mind a search for clues rendered from the soul to the cosmos, where it all may have began, or has it always been there? A never ending search for fact and faith, for something that offers solace or explanations, imagined or accepted.
Bent, broken, and prescribed to have left this world much sooner than he did had it not been for our humanity. This man, this human, this beautiful mind, served to muddy my thoughts as much as any religious book, teaching or leader.
While driving through a sleepy little town on my way to pick up my grandson, I noticed some of the homes had mere sections of picket fencing protecting their property, with many partially obscured by bushes and flowers.
It then crossed my mind, either the burglars are a bit daft, or the pets are lazy.
Stopped into a convenience store yesterday to purchase some cigarettes, lottery tickets, and time saving, since it was right on my way home.
Upon entering, with the sound of the bell announcing my arrival, I notice there was no one behind the counter, which is understandable since they have more to do than just stand around waiting for me. As I patiently stood at the counter, I could hear voices in the backroom, and after a few minutes, thinking possibly they did not hear the bell as I entered, I walked to an area where both they and I could see each...