The feeling of death is exactly what it sounds like. For me, this morning could’ve been my last. Consumed by the thought of no oxygen, go figure. I would be carried off trying to breathe, but couldn’t. All I could do is fight for the very life I had left…

Ashamed of Home My memories scream for the unrested ancestors given unjust laws — treated unfairly it was so called reconstruction, “the lost cause.” Rebuilding a nation based on lies; the negro beast- mock the blackman, the order civilization -- Beginning of the new -- terrible masters, abuse the young…

“Adrift” By Timothy A. Harris Drift through my minds eyes; The sonder, the view; the world -- Who sees what I see?” -T. Craft

The Sound of My Love #Iamtimharris The wind stops blowing. My heart sang a slow love song - This feeling is real. -T. Craft

What is your equivalent? Energy fueled by a flickering flame longing for wax -- wic What is your equivalent? Brags own emotions, feels like forever-- fluctuating emotions. Forever feels like a moment. Every feeling captured in a time loop over and over -- the wish the wash-- windshield wiper back in for cycle or the cipher. What is your equivalent? Is it slow poured wine into a skinny tall glass-- hugs for ten minutes, or a kiss that didn’t last? It’s like love and everything with it; compassion at times loyalty and forgiveness.

Six Ways To Better Health Loving Life & Living Longer  by Timothy A. Harris Exercising We all understand the benefits of exercising, but for reasons we cannot explain- we refuse to do what we know is best for us. Determining how much exercise is needed, would completely depend on your…