A Cents Worth

 I am not just pitching pennies at the moon, because the change in my pocket  is more than enough to buy my soul.

Frightening Expectations

           Frightening expectations never manifest themselves with the same intensity our imagination creates, and the reason we submit to the fear is simply the suspension of faith.

Open Door

We always need to keep our doors open but that doesn’t mean we take the door off the hinges and let anyone in. 

Hidden In Plain Sight

In the constant scrutiny of my life I always thought that it was a microscope that would give me the most telling view, but leave it to an acquaintance I hardly know to reveal that all I needed was my reading glasses. 

Who Is At the Door, Dear?

 Truth is always relative except when the answer is yes and no. 

Happiness has a silky hand but it never leaves fingerprints for a forensic explanation that it was there.

Dreams are like invisible ink, with the heat of sleep they appear only to grow dark in the cold light of day.

Tempest in a Teapot

Tempest in a teapot is an archaic idiom that conjures up thoughts of how situations become a crisis when they are only situations. We inject more energy into them than what’s required which is usually just a modicum of  attention. 

Dreams

Dreams are like invisible ink, with the heat of sleep they appear only to grow dark in the cold light of day.