There is a satisfying magic in gathering around a campfire. I suppose it’s been that way since the early days. People getting close, staying warm, telling stories. Community, for lack of a better term. Commuting to a communion. An informal council of the ways…
“Flood” Interrupting the flow, Habitual ticks. Compulsive actions. Who profits? Alone and alone, Adrift at sea. Well versed, in the art of anxiety. Wandering mind, Focus wanes. Running in place, Zero gains. Oh, to dance majestic across a rainbow. And look back at the…
“Pagans” ©️ C.P. Hickey 2018
“Ascent” ©️ C.P. Hickey 2018
We're all on a road to somewhere.
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Island boy, city life.