The Mind

Where are we but trapped in our own minds, lost in isolation? My own little utopia, a place of quiet wrestling between thoughts and “squirrel,” attracted by distraction. An illusion, where memories live in hues that rise and fall with day replaying their scenery over and over, enticing me from one moment to the next,…

Lure Me with a Story

With gold glancing eyes, I’m stared down from across the room. Naked with clean lines and round edges, its face dark amongst its surroundings. I can read its mind like an onion, layer by layer. I’ve had a taste and feel the draw to know more of the emotional truths. Only by light do I…