Monthly Archives: January 2023

Patterns hold stories,
Longing to be told.
Like snowflakes, …

Small things,
Bring back memories.
Of innocent days, …

It’s that time again,
When streets bustle,
Folks in costumes hustle, …

Devoid of a modern device,
Unwaveringly he listens,
Without judgments or advice. …

Only slices of me,
Can truly be seen.
Totality though, …

I may appear cold,
To the naked eye.
But in reality, …

Perhaps today,
I’ll dance with the lights.
Brightly glowing, …

We spend our lives,
Searching for a place,
That feels safe. …

Rusty, scratched,
Cloaked in time.
That is what remains, …

Some days,
I need to stand alone.
Far from distractions, …

It’s a milestone of a day.
To look back and reflect.
For the journey together made, …

Perhaps it’s not,
The way I’ve thought.
My time’s purpose, …

Heights are dizzying,
At times even scary.
But with head held high, …

Things in life,
Naturally happen,
Without reasons why. …

In younger times,
Being ridiculed,
Was hard to understand. …

Different, yet alike.
Seemingly living together,
But alone, side by side. …