Friday, September 10, 2010

Spotting small bubbles.
Digging through the sand, unearthed.
Clam chowder for lunch.
Unpacked, put away.
Shiny new supplies are here,
Waiting for small hands.
Getting used to it.
The empty void of person.
Solitude is mine.
Trudging through this life.
The only constant is change.
Its time to evolve.