LAMPLIGHT

Nine times out of ten I like talking about other people–to other people.

But, there’s this period between dusk and dawn that belong to my thoughts–to me.

My pen enjoys the fluidity of writing the mockery in “M”, elucidates laughter from the soul in the “E”, leaves out (purposefully) the harshness of the confusing “Y-O-U”.

Selfishly, she sometimes dots an “I” without batting any, chooses not to play for a team so works independently for awhile.

But as the sun peeks perspicaciously over ‘City of Oaks’–we better start our day–together.