Caught between the world of worry-free youth and the drudge of older age. Who we are is how we paint ourselves. Those we befriend know the cracks in the paint is our reality. An independent mind. Knowing never to be ensnared by others’ longings. A Pilgrim. Not ever wanting to settle down; wishing to see the world, but wanting a place to call home. Taking each day as it comes. God knows I could never make it on my own.
I write of that which I see, have seen; know and have known; experienced. Taking a fact or an observation and intermingling it with imagination. There is a spark of something true, something felt or wished in almost every written piece, but that is all – a spark.
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