A rondelet Months become years more rapidly than most perceive. Months become years. Ends near, then pass by, as do tears. Acceptance requires some deceive themselves with convictions they weave. Months become years.
A Sevenling (All my life) All my life, I’ve resisted others’ standards; I’ve avoided taking a stand; I’ve never figured out how do both. Notwithstanding my accursed inability to understand my inner workings, I am; I love; I write. I cannot stand life's endless standby, but so it goes. d'Verse: a Quadrille The above sevenling… Continue reading Standards notwithstanding, or: Drivel