The Old Man and I. The wind blew hard,. Bicycles, people, swayed faster,. As we walked along,. The old man with the bristly hair,. In shock at first;. And so, he stared. We walked side by side,. Slow, sometimes fast;. Wrinkling the cold kissed skin,. His eyes squinted open,. Pretended not to see me.

All The Time In The World. sometimes right, sometimes wrong, sometimes personal opinion, sometimes random ideas. Thursday, January 28, 2010. There are what appears to be thousands of bright lights flashing and dancing. Although, I am not too sure that the lights are everywhere. Is it just that I am that disorientated to the point that I think they are? When will all this noise stop? .