stop trying to glue the fallen leaves back onto the trees

micropoetry

I find myself examining the 'why I believe, what I believe', which of course leads to the 'is that what I actually believe?'. Without being assessed or evaluated, things and thoughts, like songs from ages past, get embedded in my brain. And, once there, they can influence my decisions and actions.

Sometimes they rub and fester at the margins of my consci…