Time. What Is Time?

I was created for waiting; eyes cast toward the horizon, thoughts lingering, heart aching, soul aloft.

Some Might Call It "Limitless Patience". I Haven't Made Up My Mind Just Yet.

In retrospect, I cannot believe that I just stood there and let her insults ("like a thief in the night") and complaints wash over like I did.

It Is Quite Lucky That I Had A Lot Of It To Begin With

I am disappointed to realize that the longer I work in retail the less tolerance I seem to have for mean, irritated, unreasonable, and/or stupid people.

Come Quickly, My Heart Draws Me Outdoors

There is a faint chill in the breeze today that whispers of the promise of autumn.

I Wish Things Were Different

I don't want to miss out on the festivities but after everything, I don't know how comfortable I would be going over there.

There's This Girl I Can't Get Out Of My Head

I miss my best friend.