feel the thrill of going fast! the spine-chill of a sudden blast— the wind, the wind, the wind! and countless train tracks crossed! But in the end something is lost of sunlight cast upon the hill the full beauty standing still where one goes slowly.
My life has a limp and I shuffle along— swift and graceful as a turtle. Other lives have limbs built for speed and run majestically like cheetahs. My heart loathes to lose, but my head is in the game— I will limp on for You, and when I do, I only seem to lose.
I awoke to find the morning taken, plunged back into winter, so close to spring; the full moon perching on the sky, veiled in clouds, lofty and aloof. I had to leave home, alone and cold, headlights clearing just enough space to pass—on time—through the darkness. Who stole my sunshine and gave it to the … Continue reading Daylight Thievery