Life goes through stages... or perhaps “seasons”. Suck in winter as I’m longing for the warmer months to arrive. As I look to the future, all seems bright.
Escape the glasshouse.
My first free verse poem of 2019. Can you feel it? You will...
This whole 'Lets remain friends' thing was only to humor you. I knew it was never going to work. Besides the history, friends come and go with the seasons and as you know, I was never very good at holding on to the special ones. Sure, I wanted to keep you around. I wanted to… Continue reading Over It, Over Us, Over You.