whisky sweet

One of the hardest things to do is nothing. Sometimes you have to sit in the space that hurts.  Sometimes you have to stay in, 

years of song carried on the wind, each day and night, now a silent breeze.

Dark, heavy clouds move with urgency across the sky, driven by the force of the wind. The air feels wet but no rain falls. The

Dear Universe (or Life or whatever you would like to be addressed as),   I would like to commend you on your tenacity. Your many

You must have walked into the room but I didn’t notice. You were just simply there all of a sudden, next to me on the