It was the September of 2016….I still had the scent of Morocco running through my mind. I’d just celebrated my birthday there. It felt good to breathe in a different type of air, you know. I was tired of the one that had been keeping me alive in my home town, metaphorically speaking. Love […]Read More A New Me, On Repeat
You’re speaking but I’m afraid I’m unable to hear you I see your frown I sense your sound Though there is no frequency in use Your lips make gestures of expression As you make your confession To my discretion I observe you with my complete attention To you, I appear to be engaged But I […]Read More Miscommunication….