pull the towel back out carefully folding it and placing back on the shelf will allow it to grow mold in able to flavor the cheese

as i went to leave a comment and say something like– gold isn’t gold with out the fire. and then i doubted as if questioning my own beliefs

shy timid in a way that makes the blood warm, beating as it pump… the words from the finger tips creating it’s own world - to live… or dream of, the stars tell the st…

the tender curls of the leaves bring the gardener to his knees to touch the softness, stroking it… it’s not time dear to go into hidi… stay and splay your beauty more

as the miniature knight races across the snow covered branch i will uncover your feet........ close your eyes now open your mouth

broken perfection siege-d by the hand only to find - nothing looking back in the mirror the horror that races through

sad even the lightning bug has a purpose in a jar but a heart, no place

o wheres the fun of heaven that the bible says but a god of love or love is god gave us a free will

flossing with gold thread as the kitty spills the milk this idea might just work caught in the invisible web glares from the stares

looking down at the smooth stone that i just picked from the creek and as the water evaporates i ponder the meaning of your words gently pecking your cheek

i don’t know where they come from i don’t know where they are going they have a mind of their own they speak about UN-understandabl… i sometimes search for them

the goose bumps resonating essence leaking out as emotions