There’s a pull to the flow :: song of the day

“Peek in… into the peer in; I’m not really like this. I’m probably plightless, I cup the window. I’m crippled and slow, for the agony I’d rather know. ‘Cause blinded, I am blindsided.” Wearing the trappings of pinned up grasps of hopes. Some days I feel as if the puzzle pieces of life are fitting into place, as if I can squint my eyes and lean a little in one direction, or the other, and suss out where the paths will lead. But, then I end up in that spin of self-doubt, second guessing is a dire thing sometimes, and … Continue reading There’s a pull to the flow :: song of the day