unicidades

When music hits my soul. Inevitably. You are here with me and a tear drops. I'm not sure what happened to the walls. The wind is blowing and my face burns. I read your words. Your riddles. I went silent. Shocked perhaps by the audacity. It was a surprise.  I have my own riddles.  This.  I have known this song for more than thirty years. It always touched me. Now I know why. Now that I understand the words. It makes sense. Imagine not having that love anymore.  I have sounds to keep me company, like this one  and this one . Pay close attention to the words.  It seems like we always run in circles, doesn't it?  And no, I don't want to drop you a note. Have you become single recently? Are you in town? Are you going to give me an ultimatum like the last time?  Things have changed. I am tired. I am exhausted. I have no energy for games. Never have, but now. Now things are different. Time does weigh into the equation. Now that runs so deep. I do carry y...

The Roseate Spoonbill Photo by Dan Garver Location:  Loxahatchee National Wildlife Refuge in Boynton Beach. I am an avid enthusiast of beauty. Few things I like more than the sky and the ocean. And birds carry so much intrinsic beauty. I don't write much anymore. Somehow my energy has diverged. I feel stifled by life at the moment.