Some holidays feel like tombstones on the calendar
These days smell like dusty dishes, broken flowers and tired pictures
Flashbacks seem bright – some not
Numbers that don’t count
Food not cooked
Time for a New Tradition
When time holds its hand over the mouth of a life, what do you do
Dust off memories
Find old pictures
Focus on moments – Gone
Seize every moment
Live while you can
Do it quickly…
Time will strike again.
Retreating to land of sun worshipped silence.
Unwinding the mind with elder presence.
Unpacking a year on timeless earth.
Six days of …So Long
One day of Hello
Patiently held in time.
A Bed and Breakfast lives nestled against guardian trees – near a water’s edge.
Agelessly creaking as feet move through and pause.
Themed rooms reflect different light, casting moments.
Old world escapes the kitchen, changing fireplace air.
Refining pieces and capturing thoughts; quietly the compulsion unfolds.
I don’t even remember the first Time that I did it.
It was no big deal, not like forming some kind of habit.
Over Time I did it a little more often, I quietly killed some.
Sometimes it was fun, mostly just doing it out of occasional boredom.
Suddenly one day I was driven to obsession.
Murdering in mass and serial slaughtering consumed me.
Death now burned my eyes as they opened in the early hours.
Random methods to choke, smother and drown Time became routine.
Driving the need to kill Time and feed my aging Dragon.