“Millisecond”
On the precipice,
caught between foggy choices,
hair’s breath decisions.
Steve D
On the precipice,
caught between foggy choices,
hair’s breath decisions.
Steve D
A week of downtime,
the mental reset. And now,
I’ve run out of time.
Steve D
Dungeons & Dragons has been on my mind a lot over the last several months. One of my friends offered to start up a group a while back, and I expressed interest. I started reading up a bit on the game, and especially on the potential races and classes I might choose. Continue reading “To DnD, or Not to DnD?”
A fragment of time,
of space and reality,
but no less vital.
Steve D
life lost in a flash:
all our memories rush passed,
all the good, all the bad,
Last moment of the treasured Past,
before the Present becomes painful.
bad luck of a die cast,
Future lost and potential dashed. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #87 – Goodbye”
The tic of a clock,
perhaps arbitrary, but
a sign of what’s next.
Steve D
Sometimes, inspiration comes, not when you least expect, but in the manner you least expect.
Time is unforgiving. We always like to say that we have time, but I don’t think that’s true. I think time lends itself to us, giving us the opportunity to use it to our benefit or squander it. Continue reading “Friday Write-Day: Goal – Time = Pressure!”
Are not all things we’ve
built, wrought, and designed simply
eventual trash?
Steve D
The moment whispers,
a feeling captured like an
imprint on the heart.
Steve D