crushed...

crushed...as a cheap Coke can squeezed in a vice

crippled...without crutches

regrets...I'm not without

passion...is alive in me

compassion...sometimes too much

stupidity...yes

intelligence...yes

love...can make you happy

love...can rob you blind

wondering...

" Wond'ring aloud --
how we feel today.
Last night sipped the sunset --
my hands in her hair.
We are our own saviours
as we start both our hearts beating life
into each other.

Wond'ring aloud --
will the years treat us well.
As she floats in the kitchen,
I'm tasting the smell
of toast as the butter runs.
Then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed
and I shake my head.
And it's only the giving
that makes you what you are."

-Tull

thinking...thoughtfully

today...warm, sunny, bright, and dreadful

tomorrow...is never a "sure thing"

smiles...reluctant, soft, and subtle

dreams...pipe dreams...hopes and charlatans, swindlers, and frauds...beauty and knowing that rainbows follow the rain

later...there will be more

goodbyes...are sometimes left unsaid

Sometimes words, jumbled together in a seemingly mixed or somewhat arranged way leaves impressions, and displays expessions, however temporary...

temporary...as all things are

laughing...heals, helps, brightens, and smiles upon us all...