...exit stage left...
...looking back at the town i grew up in, the environment which i had to endure and the truly rotten and or idiotic people i stomached for nearly 3 decades i am surprised that i am not in prison for murder...
...yet 😉
happy new years one and all; hope everyone including myself have a great year 😉
good night, Brooklynites... and thx again for the sweet Brooklynite neighbor whom returned our lost apartment keys... may your holidays be merry and your life be blessed 😉
the stars sing sorrowful soul symphonies
soft hums across the velvet night
echoes of old light folding into shadow
each pulse a whisper of what was lost
and yet… even grief glimmers like distant fire
notes bending around the silence between worlds
a lullaby for wandering hearts
infinite, aching, and quietly beautiful