lost – Page 2 – William Ricci

When the trees weep

When the trees weep the raging battle has taken a turn. Rivers disappear and a lonely dog walks...

How did I get here? An important question I throw into the air while reading, writing, and drinking...

I have had a few days off of work. Before this, I came up with a great plan...

I lie awake at night and during the day and I think of the opportunities I have passed...

Where has time gone? While I know time itself does not change, only our perception, I must have...

Bundled, dressed, and prepared for winter and spring, the sun is sharp and clear, the air is charged...

I walk the midnight valleys of this desolate city mired in the remnants of industry. I walk the...

The months slip away – winter falls into spring summer slides into winter. September lays at our feet...

measured paces of swift moving feet across ocean sands. years pacing back and forth what am I waiting...

I recently turned 38 and life, of course, deviated from the one set in stone paths, the direction...