Into The Blue

My hand hard found it a page. It I scribble on a crippled way. I know not of that I do speak. I write this now; serenity I seek. I don’t fly up in air for I absurd have no aid like your song birds. You hum magic, a harmony had. It resonates joy for…

Wrong All Along

What would you say if set in motion we felt no regret? *** No what was, or what could have been in our lives good. *** Are you happy not a mistake made swayed how to behave? *** Pride stubborn you’ll not cover; the past you’d have no other. *** Me I bleed in a…