Little Box of Nothing

You hideout nestled in your little box of nothing, while my thoughts run wild and untamed. Often, I wish I had a nothing box.

Nonsensical Jibber Jabber

Running the rouge of facts and tack while trying to find my way back, to memory and forward and back again, long once remembered, oh my friend. Creative thoughts of on and on, long sentences of sense that make no sense. All to find in this brain of mine, facts of tacks that need to…

A Stranger’s Glance

The big window of light allows me to think as I write. Plenty of distractions to occupy my eyes, but not distract my train of thought. I hear and see fragments of people coming and going from this little coffee shop, their feet stepping just over the rim of my laptop. I and three empty…

Lunch

Here. I know this spot. My elbow an anchor for my head. Thoughts dance for an hour before returning to the grind. Between bites, I ponder what I want to be when I grow up and sort through tasks on my to do list, stopping every few minutes to take in the sunshine and watch…

Airplane Thoughts

Gazing through a frosted window, I see strange lights in the distance, another unknown town passes by as I wrestle miles above the earth, gawking into the dark sky. My music changes tenderness to hardness. My heart and head are having an argument, and this temple can’t mediate as it should. It’s right there, right…