A musing on the importance of making memories that last long after we are gone.

Once upon a time you felt what I’m feeling, don’t deny it we all want the same thing and that is to be free.

The flowing words, flowing intimately inside my bloodline.

I’m not mean, I just want to prove a point.

Watching and wishing…

An unconscious moment in retrospect!

What do we seek….in this indefinable life of ours??

Do dreams really happen in slow motion?

Is consideration a lost art?

Just a poem I been working on. It’s kind of silly, but what I can see, I got my message across.