march madness

March madness? March madness – we’re closer to death. I feel like the winter is holding its breath. I’m sleepy and restless, but ready to nap, though too much on the brain means the tree must be sapped. In love with this life and dear ones around. Occasionally, it is too much of a sound. To ignore would be foolish. For hidden within, lies the answers to questions we’re about to begin. This journey is swift and at times makes no sense. Why some people die while other souls are left. I therefore will try not to squander a moment. This life is too precious to waste and be dormant. When the bell tolls for me I hope some will notice. I made what I wanted to hear and found solace.

Royal Wood