yet, on a hot muggy morning,
I can think of those moments
and break into a mile long smile.
Why am I living a word, I never gave.
Expressions, Impressions, in their myriad hues, are penned down here......... so that my heart, that carries their load , may relieve itself for a while and then get prepared for another day. Rest not your eyes on these. There is fire here, smoldering between the words. It has scarred my soul, and etched itself on the paper. It’ll blaze into your heart, and leave its soot on on your dreams, just as it has darkened my nights