The fog sits thick over Lake Washington - immovable like an activist. Wakes come in from behind the curtain - in an endless supply - to tickle the shore. Watching change, a trout's splash ripples the water which in turn ripples thoughts through my mind. It occurs to me that as I try [...]
"No, you're not," "But I mean it's like nobody wants to hear my voice, my perspective. I'm a dad to a daughter, a husband, raised by a single mom, we're all in this together and I matter too dammit." "Mmhmm," "..." "Honey, you've had the whole of history to be 'heard' exclusively. You're voice doesn't [...]
Perfuming all the seeds, each moment, as wind ripples leaves; waterfall. If you want to see more of my haiku, you can check them out here.
...that silence made me feel isolated, watched. How did I get this way anyway, so separated from anyone else, where does that come from? now it all starts to sink in, the quietude of space. I’m an asshole.