Binary

I used to see the dark of night as a place to hide my battles. A blanket of comfortable absence for the absent joy. Void of color, visual stimulation and value where solitude made a home. If the rain had fallen, a reflective shimmer would arise, granted light did appear. Black glass on streets of sorrows; deceptive thoughts of promising tomorrows. Hiding in a canopy … Continue reading Binary

Something To Do

It is intriguing for me to observe the interests of others and to wonder why they do what they do. It’s also important. Being a deep thinker is hereditary, I’m finding. As I grow older, I’m beginning to see just how much of my father is really in here. He would study people (not in a creepy stalking manner, FYI), observing their words, facial expressions … Continue reading Something To Do

Nah.

If the day is mine, then no, I won’t go. For the rain is enough for me to stay inside. It’s not that I don’t enjoy your company, but I have a need for my nothings. If the time is not right, why not put it off for another day? If the day never comes, it wasn’t meant to be. Is this a no-no in … Continue reading Nah.