The Finder And The Lost

We found the lost children, right in front of our eyes. Here the whole time, eyes open, minds shut. Not thinking it could be closer to home. Each of us has our individual intellect to blame for where we are. How lost we are. If we didn’t practice escaping from reality, we wouldn’t be so …

Where to Focus?

Blue is the color of the ocean, and the color of cold lips. Grey is the color of pigeons, and pocket lint. Brown is the color of mountains and dirt and old bananas and beat up apples and a scoop of chili and new shoes and a sweet chocolate bar. White is the color of …