I don’t know anything at all and I’m somebody else It could take years to find you, it could years to find myself And I don’t need to hear your answer I just need you to see That I think it’s time to break down these walls that we throw Am I still breathing have… Continue reading Exactly

Whittling Life

Space is eternal it seems. On going, never ending and definately not forgiving. What we must do to move through these years of life is exhausting, emotionally and physically. Each day, becoming more and more difficult to get through. Those of us forced into a life of sun up to sun down pay the most.… Continue reading Whittling Life