My life is a spiral, ending in you,starting in fog, red and blue. Lord knows what I'll run into.You might choose me now, true,tomorrow, who's knows what you'll do. At the moment I miss you enough not to tell you.Come watch the streetlights turn blue,let's see what our dreams come to.Who care's what's right or... Continue Reading →
Metaphors or on language’s window to the soul
A friend of mine was recounting an anecdote she heard before, and mentioned how it was the metaphor of a deep well inside that really made her connect her own story to the one being told. It was such a sweet moment to witness, and of course I took it way out of context and... Continue Reading →