When everything was lost, I watched.I watched through my haze of inability and crippled self – the smile of a friend. The crinkle in the corners of his eyes as his brain processed in amazement the beauty of the sun going down over the valley. His face breaking into a smile.I watched another friend stand …
I write to hold on to some of it : lingering thoughts, fleeting ideas, fading memories and love.
Rotten Peaches Poetry 