Move a little closer

I have no set plan for this journal.
Stories will simply evolve as I ramble and digress.

Long-ago yesterdays ...

Here-and nows ...

Hoped for or dreaded tomorrows ...

All will loop and weave

and bumble along together.

You'll think you're close beside me,

having your backs rubbed,as the

sound of my voice lulls you

almost to sleep ...

Move a little closer ....