the standard

Inches left of center

I have grown a callous.. maybe even become callous.. and I want to feel again. Afraid to speak cause the words aren’t meant to be said.. something with the syntax.

I can create.. but that isn’t a miracle. It’s the sharing of simple things and the abhorrent rejection of other things. This is not creation, it is a test taken over and over again. A mind sharpened by footfalls and stolen glances…