Words coat my skin. Numbers date my veins. Creativity paints my dreams. Experience entices my tone of voice. If I'm a bird amongst many or a lonesome dove somebody is always listening even if it's only God.
Outside the window perched on the simplest branch a brown-red chested bird takes it's moment in my world. Its head goes left then to the right. In wonder I sit and watch in awe. Wondering, what are your worries, thoughts and guides? To live so freely, and in some ways their freedom is denied. Fly... Continue Reading →