Author Archives: jaybeasley2

empty as the evening seems the xylophone you play is my ribcage so play it well and follow my rhythm if you want to sing along then let me know really give it your best effort and each new chord … Continue reading →

most of the time it is something on the horizon behind me and forgotten about maybe even blurry and lost some of the detail evidentially the ones that hurt are not as hard to forget as i previously thought tomorrow … Continue reading →

under the fire there is the piece of parchment that explains everything don’t need it now that the information is locked in as i have witnessed friends and siblings so close then i realize i am the one who likes … Continue reading →

correct what you did and order the manifestation to begin most of the next conversation is going to take place next to the view we will never see again like an island that won’t be there next year introduction of … Continue reading →

right now is the future examples of where you aimed for torn between driven and hostile underrated ways of the land that really don’t get to be seen by everyone not all migration is really not embraced and sometimes only … Continue reading →

letting the new experience come in as if opening a door to an unwanted guest sometimes a surprise is just opening your eyes taking in all the details you barely noticed before returning to where you fled from once again … Continue reading →

Build your strength. Make a new move. Don’t you dare give up. Someone you give a positive experience to tomorrow may have not been able to make it through the day. Just think positive. Don’t forget who you are. Forever … Continue reading →

orange clouds drift along treetops, right here the rock rises to meet the sky, inside the valley a cool wind swells, growing temperature meets with moisture, it is time, longer days and warming nights, forests teeming with life, nature can … Continue reading →

today showed me what it is like to remember the little things that mean so much inside the hours are those little minutes almost like the quest for long lost treasure in an old wooden chest time is like a … Continue reading →

getting over a loss is the last real thing you think of untill the end arrives and then you do not know how to be who you were before unless you pretend it never happened allow yourself to say goodbye … Continue reading →