FEED My MIND: Adventure. Learn. Live. Write.
Loveblind is my time,
It does not see the face of the clock,
It does not beat to the rhythm of urgency that runs
the desk over my office chair.
It believes, for the tiniest of moments,
in fable and fairytales
where fate is vanquished and only good karma sweeps
over Ogres and incivility.
gated, barred, shut down
sheltered was my heart
by the precious seconds
of this fantasy.
It is good to believe. We made that happen. We did. We. Did.