I can remember when I was just a boy standing at the edge of the driveway staring up at the autumn sky orange maple leaves twirling by pineneedle pairs fastened like chopsticks pinecone wars and china balls sticky sap stuck and stank we danced on babypowder cardboard, spinning, windmills, or... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Part deaux
tho, as I sail in thin air over these mountain tops and valleys of strife, I look back and smile every once in a while, but lately I can't help when I look back, I frown... I've found in my maiden voyage of sobriety sometimes it's necessary to land your craft or crash it in those valleys, a set back... Sign in to see full entry.