I became the droplets of sweat in the warming sun, running down my body - my private waterfall.

Just another manic Monday.

I Under water where the deeper depths are down where breathing doesn't happen for me a slow motion is movement, like waves breaking. None of us knows motion like this, poised, delicate,

Another 'chapter' from something longer, to go with 'Josie'.

200 words.

where do they go? dotheyrun&hide seek some fear, some hidden desire to attach themselves to? do they disappear into the mind of God, do they simply dissolve? allthethingsyoumeanttosay

A recent diary entry.