Unhinged
The Mad Hatter: “Have I gone mad?”
We all have stories, these are mine. I tell them with a heart full of love and through eyes of kindness.
The Mad Hatter: “Have I gone mad?”
In April, We first met And it was Love at first sight.
To be the wrong kind of right To be patient To endure
I have died a thousand deaths today
The dust motes drift languidly Like they have nowhere to be.
I loved a women once.
Go forth into the day And make it yours.
She is a cathedral. My masterwork
Weld: Bond of indelibly between two like strata. Usually much stronger than the strata itself.
You Cannot gently take a gift from a closed fist.