the n3xt level
chronicles 

I has this wild thought first thing this morning. It's below They say we’re born once from the womb to the world. But I don’t buy it....

The battlefield? My kitchen floor. The enemy? The day in store. My armor’s weak, my will is low, I stand and watch the coffee flow. Drip...

Knock, knock. Who's there? It's me the Universe. And I know what you’re thinking: “Not now, Universe, I’m busy holding it all...