Writing

The speaker walks through life aware of its mysteries, realizing that no matter how much we think we know, there is always more beyond our grasp.

A lone black mushroom speaks—aged, unwanted, and lost between life and decay.

Time is like a ball rolling down the lane—unstoppable, blind, and ever-moving. Whether we run with it or not, it never slows down. A vivid poem ..

Their is a song in nature if you stop to listen.......

Lingering memories make me reflect on what my gut was trying to tell in those brief moments. Interrupted monologues.

A golden shovel, based on Plath's Blackberrying

a short reflection of an experience I once thought was wrong, but later came to the full acceptance of it's place in my life story

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