If I were there,
I'd run through the grass and flowers,
Not caring how foolish I'd look,
Playing like a wild child in summertime.
If I were there,
We could just look up at the sky,
Talking about anything and everything,
As friends like to do.
If I were there,
It would probably feel like a dream,
Never having gone that far north before,
Never having breathed the air up there.
If I were there,
It might be hard to come back to the humidity,
But the glassy sea of familiarity,
Would eventually summon me home.
Husband. Father. Musician. Artist. Writer. I hope that what I write will inspire others in the best of ways.
I Am A Bullet.
Mind Ticks
I wish to be finally over this soul bronchitis But it's funny because as much as I hate it it also ignites this: Drive in myself to be a better driver of the mind I can't contain But I'd rather park i...
If Others Only Knew
An agreement made before our boon We learn the end before the rules We’re reminded how we’ll be there soon And left to fight with inadequate tools We all wish for a clean slate There are few days of y...
Regret Nothing
they say feelings come and feelings go, so why must I suffer so? these feelings, just never go away, the more I ignore them, the farther I stray. clinging onto my meaningless filled life, tends to do ...
A Castle That Be
Oh what a muse this castle be, deep in the forest of evergreen-sun beams, for eyes to please; Yet, this castle, was a trip to dare, in all its hassle of getting there – Yet, fair, so beautifully vivid...
Conversations
I don't know how it changed, Conversations went away, know one wants to talk anymore, Its all about Facetime, Facebook, or Tweeting, What the Hell is going on? It starts a fight to talk with people in...