This post is a preview of next week here at Ragamuffin Ramblings. I have noticed with the frequency of blogging, I rarely pour out on the written pages of my journal. Since I have been been blogging more and more over the course of the last 6-7 years (has it been that long?!?!), I notice less and less physical writing in my journal; a pastime I cannot ever imagine being rid of (I'd likely die inside). So here is a preview of what all my posts next week will look like...
This is for the wounded birdswhose lives esculate the broken airways over the waves of dispair.
this one is for the growing trees whose leaves breathe deep my exhaust and reach toward the sky to spite
this is for the bedraggled friends whose life is a constant coffee spill staining your shirt in a way...
this one is for the hopeless plastic sack whose weightlessness floats aimlessly in simplistic beauty none can match
I found something amazing today