Aborting a mission..

Our hopes come together in tethers

Once upon a time a child of wonder

A time for red memories

Like explosions of blood

There on the floor a fetus

Nothing strange appears otherwise

You pick it up and hold it

suddenly it is a baby

and it cries.

 

WTF times!

As I know things tend to get worse, now?

There is some strange feeling in the air

Worse you say?

Yes of course!

Then why do I feel like sea glass?

The moral of the story is:

Don't be a burden to other people or expect them to agree with you and throw less stones, not more!

Now I own two cats..

This too shall pass.

In the insanity is a door

She runs and grasps for it

Yet it moves as if alive

And her wheel groove

As the window move

Same as yesterday

Each feeling got away.

Winter is on..

Yet I have not warmed up to that yet...poor me.