Rain in the Summertime

I run fast enough I can leave all the pain
We all have stories, these are mine. I tell them with a heart full of love and through eyes of kindness.

I run fast enough I can leave all the pain

The first book I ever published.

Some things you let float by Others, you hope to catch and hold on to
Sometimes I Think I Can Write

But, never think more of yourself than is necessary.
This one's not a clever metaphor. It's a diatribe against being a moron.

Cluttered mind cluttered life

do not go gentle into that good night
a little nihilism

We are so busy putting on faces, we are never real with one another.

About a decade ago, I read Adam Savage's 10 rules for success. They are still as good advice today as they ever were.