My Path

My Path

So many things could have been different.Each choice I can look back on and ask what if.Decisions I chose or ignored. What would my path have been? So many things could have gone wrong.Choices I am proud of or not.Situations hang by a thread or snap.What would my...
Noises

Noises

Sometimes, I miss the clamoring of the city.My open window filled with noises.Planes, trains, the streets filled with cars at all hours. Now, I open my window and hear very little.The hum of a distant highway from time to time.A small plane here and there. Sometimes,...