Reasons

I kept busy, stayed buried For years and years Worked weekends, week nights The struggle, the strife Kept feeding the candlelight With nothing much left to fight Everyone else seems to measure their life in years So why do I judge mine by the days? I have always been impatient - resigned Waiting on the …

Adventure Awaits

Palms sweat. My shoulders get too tight and my muscles start to ache. Move. I need to move. I have never been able to take my medicine and swallow my sentence without resistance. I’m like a vine that struggles to reach the sun – scales the walls flexes her leaves with every ounce of vitality …