Home in October is cornfields and picking apples in Ohio.

Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.
Home in October is cornfields and picking apples in Ohio.
Anxiety and uncertain fear could crush a mind - I want you to quiet yourself.
Her spirit and heart came round out of doors: She would be happy entirely alone, and every breath so full of life.
I say truly as I draw closer to the end my heart is better in old age.
Somewhere in our brains sat the goodness of life. Look here, let's forget and head to knowledge.
Wine tumbled out into little pools to sip with eager relish.
How could I sleep on a summer night the sky starless and heavy, A velvet drape drawn over me.
It will do me good to write among kind-hearted people.
I pondered for the first time my existence, weighing the moment for a long time. I tried to remember life and it was the pivotal point when something clicked inside me.
Silence and crackling fire. I desire nothing more.