What good there was has been swallowed by time

Thinking about things Pulling on my heart strings unforeseen consequences finding a new tune to play on my fiddle is not happening but ¬†then again what is is passing by without leaving a trace except for the hiccups I make on the canvas that was¬†blank. It’s not that I don’t think of cathedrals just notContinue reading “What good there was has been swallowed by time”