i heard Chris Rice sing tonight. it was beautiful. it was uplifting. it was what i needed to move on. funny how life cycles…
life
time frost death and blue
it’s almost 9am. it probably will be by the time i finish writing this. i say that to say this: how much does time really matter? how does the way i live reveal what i think about time? i wake up every morning unconsciously confident that i’ll make it through another day. but the frost…
another day is over
and i’ve decided: that not watching tv is wonderful indeed that doing what i love is key that snow is only snow and below freezing temps are simply opportunities to wear more clothing and stay indoors that memories will hide, some never to be recalled that words…words are (finish this sentence)