Days drift on,
rhythms of a soft breeze.
Oh, my God,
won’t you catch me, please.
I’m free-falling…
~Mark Schutter ©2015
Life | Photograph | Poetry
Days drift on,
rhythms of a soft breeze.
Oh, my God,
won’t you catch me, please.
I’m free-falling…
~Mark Schutter ©2015
Looking for colors in the darkest black, Looking for arms to take me back Looking out from the…
Like the winds that blow unceasingly. Down the corridors of our fragile minds. Never to return. It is…
Wrote this after awakening and seeing the red scratches on my inner forearm and bicep. I do not…
A splash of color And the dark begins to sing With a stroke of color Hope is what…
