Living Death

The minutes just keep passing White on my wrist red on the clock  Menacing with a secondhand  That hangs on the wall While the reel of visions Unravel in my mind  The harder I try to stop The faster they come Searching and found  Unmoving on the ground  Lifeless and stiff  Gun by his hand 

Stillness

Quote of the day

Starting to feel human again

Sanctuary

Happened upon this quaint little church on the banks of the St. John’s River while out driving with the dogs yesterday. 

Earth medicine

Morning light

Catnap

The road less traveled