trying to sit still have i ever done a thing like this? always running, always chasing i want to be in control like when i'm driving or making the first move this is a new kind of anxious a new kind of nervous trying to sit still   k.a.g.      

i feel my legs drift down the hall suddenly i feel better after all i hear that noise beyond the door music that always made my heart soar the soft patterns of your melody slowly pushing into me i move the door and see you there laying, murmuring... without a care  your eyes are red, … Continue reading candles with sand →