It wasn't always like this,words sharp as daggers,thrown with force,maximum impact,and only in the recounting,was the cost ever measured,the loss actuarially realised. It wasn't always like this,joy in hearing your voice lilting in the morning,sunrise the pleasure that life meant it to be,a kiss and a hug the measure of that satisfaction,all of this comes slowly back to … [Read more...] about Accounting, By: Reid Moule
Within The Spaces, By: Reid Moule
Each day passes,like the day before,today becomes tomorrow becomes yesterday,and the dreams of youth, like seeds cast upon a barren field,with age,become dust. Each day passes,like a blown autumn leaf before the winters breath,held carelessly,then gone.The nights are fraught with infinite promise,yet are unrevealing of intent,like a closed book to a blind man,time moves,each … [Read more...] about Within The Spaces, By: Reid Moule