You are wild with anger.

Your blind fury will get you into trouble.

I never mind the lost hours,
Nor the changing of life’s seasons…..

The truth is I didn’t write this because I was angry,
I wrote this because I can’t hide this demon – It’s coming and the conspiracy is here…

I never mind the lost hours,
Nor the changing of life’s seasons;
Only ——

The heart.

You are my favourite addiction.

Life has its own seasons, beginning with its spring, ending with its winter.

Sometimes trying is futile.

A story about six sister’s harrowing canoe trip. They spend time camping each year together.