Sometimes I feel like two people.Surviving the day,then alive on the page. Flip the switch. Words spilling.My soul expanding,my mind on fire. Sparks.Love.Meaning. Could be a song,a riff,a smile. ConnectionLight. Through the alleyways and avenues,or flying high above the city.The beach as the waves crash.A little cottage in the hills. Or here,on the front step.WritingContinue reading “Flip the Switch”