Paw Prints
P atter along the snow filled ground,
A long you go without a sound,
W alking in awe of what is around. P atter your paws on the ground,
R emember it's early, don't make a sound.
The Butterfly Project
Twisted aching. The need for pain. Slowing driving you insane. The hurt and memories. Just want to quit. Can't find a way to deal with it. Then there it is. A peaceful change.
Spaces
Where rivers run and the tide seeps away,
Lies a secret kept alone until this day,
Sinking back in to the haunts of old,
Words and whispers not to be told,
The space between the moon and stars,
And...
Never A Failure...
So yesterday, after much deliberation I had some new ink added to my collection.