Painted smiles. Come paint me now. Evenly painted, spreading trowel. Painting happiness. Paint me a smile. A perfect smile to
I don’t view depression as waves, at least not for me. My depression feels like white flakes in a snow
Open me, come open me. Open up my heart. Remind me where we came from by showing me the start.
Would you ever, if you never saw the stars. Learn to dream in the dark away from the light. Would
I figured out what rain was when I walked beneath your cloud. I walked around and saw droplets falling without
My happiness throws three shadows on the ground. They extend past my sadness and their light keeps the darkness away.
I once saw a flower in disguise. Pale yellow against blue, like a sunrise. And for a moment it certainly
I drew a word until I knew the meaning. Until it became a part of me. Connecting commas to connect
I crept up upon a surprise. And found something other than what I had surmised. A spirit in disguise. A
Family game night. Not my answer… -OM 44.1
My eyes set upon the sun that seems to run from something to come. It reminds me of a son
As you can tell this site is now named after the only other blog I’ve ever run. It’s a memory