We get to love another day. We breath Work Swype words into Auto-correct that we can blame for typos We get to write again. We get to drink water and beer It's a gift to feel this, Even when it hurts. When missing is more answer than question.   We get to pine, And … Continue reading Cherish


Train of Thought 9.18.13

I’m writing this because we writers are a special breed. Brave enough to bare it all for strangers, But enigmatic in our relationships. I’m been Mr. Mysterious for so long, I sometimes feel my masks wearing me. The puppet to a few lives that have their own stories to manage. Is the breakdancing managing the … Continue reading Train of Thought 9.18.13