All…
All I really want right now is to sit comfortably in silence, hear myself think, because words fail me. I watch the breeze sweep the fallen leaves of the things that matter to me most — of beginnings that seem destination-less now. As I sit still in this quietness, I will explain what anyone can understand. I open my palms to show what I only have to offer and that it is not much. I work with what I have no matter how meager they seem, my simple equation. I work for adoration, for recognition but I am a slave … Continue reading All…