Snippets are whippets racing between my left and right hemispheres quickly disappearing into my subconscious only to re-emerge at the next trivia night
Secrets
Enticing secrets to the surface. Will they swim ashore or submerge to re-emerge another time?
Hope
Mourning morning a new beginning
Solitude
Silence whispers through the trees as the rainclouds burst upon the moving stream of my consciousness
