Opposition

The world consistently resists my attempt at love…

Turnstile

Calendars are but drawn boxes, neatly arranged. Don’t mourn the loss of minutes for a moment.

There is no bird in the sky. None perched here. Not one over there. No chirp, tweet or song. Neither and nothing.

Devils of worry | Swallow care | Cripple the mind | Murder smiles

When the neighbor goes away. You think about the time.

Why do you sit alone, In the medium , Atlanta traffic buzzing by…