William Is

I stir to consciousness with the sun in my face beating hard. All is light and I cannot pin down the source. A purpose swells

I could say that I didn’t have any time, but that would be a total and utter lie.  I have lots of time, but lately

here I am drinking tea on the moon counting backwards and dreaming of you why am I so afraid to drop you a line to

all this energy opened up by you satiate me deep my robots go wild metal arms once flailing swinging at ghosts now have nothing to

I always want it all spelled out for me… but constellations show their true depths only in periphery.

“It wasn’t a matter of time,” he said as they boarded one of the silver capsules of the London Eye. “more a matter of courage.”

There is so much to say.  There are no words.   There is nothing to say.  There are too many words.

you’re on your cell making secret goodbyes all red and teary-eyed cause where you’re going they just aren’t allowed and you’ve always hated to lie

Time: 11:17 A.M. Location: Dixon, IL Richter Scale: 3.5

So, last night my friend Anne (with an e) asked me why I haven’t journalled lately. Naturaly I had no good answer for this. A