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Celebrating Imagination and the Wonderful, Wild Ride that is Life

Wednesday, July 23, 2014


nothing to say

only bland weak thoughts

or flashes of internal light

that spit and immediately grow dim.

my mind wanders like a firefly

caught in the updrafts of emotion,

fleeting sites,

the smell of something once enjoyed,

the heat of a body just out of reach,

left to close off and slowly dim

until the pulsing light is merely a
retinal tattoo,

a smear in the dark.

a ghost of some once present thought,

now forgotten.

thoughts fade like breath on a window,

a dying star

only to be noticed

too late

and left unexplored.

left to wonder

from whence it came

what depths were left unplumbed

what treasures

will remain buried.


with not enough inhalation

and far too much


to pause between is the key.

Evidence of a Life