I wonder if it is the most peaceful way to go, dying in your sleep.

When two minds go to war.

Lo! it often falls off my hands,
crashes into crumbs of dried mud
but I worry not like the King Jamshed
sipping regal wine from his Bowl Of Gems,
precarious, lest it fell from his hand
and shattered into broken splints.

Attempt at tanka (5-7-5-7-7) form of poetry.

These lovely things I saw when I shot my eyes.

Guilt can be a dark and scary thing, but seeing it as a color takes away its power.

Appreciate…

Resolutions are good if they bring about positive change.

Thoughts of a lonely woman…

Say kind words to people who deserve them.