The days melt into each other As day turns to night Sickness means Isolation Then comes The thinking Of one who reaches in Whose hand Has calmed the storm The noise Inside Has lessened The pain The wanting Remains Like an echo Down a long distant valley This emptiness Seems endless never silent Turns back to…

Phineaus Gage that’s me Without the annoying encumbrance of an iron rod through my occipital orb (well you know a Railroad tie would have been a bummer) I am told among other things I have the spatial visual reasoning of a 8-month-old To maybe 8 year-old (on a good day) No rubik cubes for me–…

Live your life to the fullest and never stop creating it The path that began when YOU took your first breath on this Earth, is YOURS!! Roll with it, Embrace it,  Rise above it, Dive into it, Glide over it, Revel in it, Go against it But never lose yourself through it.