The white noise that has been my blog.
The white noise that I constantly need in the background--a minor release from the doubts
The white noise that I hear coming from my mouth
and the white noise that interferes in honest communication.
Oh, wait. That was emotion, wasn't it.
I'm tearing down the house.
Things are at the brink of a new path.
in them the midst of movement, a snowstorm of events
Channeling what I can, from the small amount that I know..
Returning or is this running?
from the events of previous heat.
I smell my soles burning on the coals
But it's ok, I've built up calluses by now.