Whispers of His Movement

There is nothing more intimidating than a full mind and an empty page.

It is wonderful to notice things, to be aware, to ponder as you go about your day.

The thoughts bubble over and fill every cranial crevice.

There is a desperate need to deposit them somewhere.

So in that desperation, Whispers Of His Movement was born.

I like the fact that it was birthed in desperation, because that is what I am.

I am...