Attempts

..... And I've never claimed that my words are actual poetry. I'm not that arrogant to think I am capable of such beauty and brilliance. But I've always been consistent in calling them "attempts at poetry."

And it bothers me that I think they all 'sound' the same, or coming from the same place, because I would like to sound more varied in my approach.

..... or that I am concerned about more than one issue.

Or how the first sentence in this post, is connected to the last sentence? Towards my actual thought process, it is. 

Even here, where in this little 'prose' corner, my wording is more straight forward ..... I'm always questioning my actual intent against how I feel it appears to any readers. There must be a name for that type of personality disorder. 👴

Awww hell, why am I even going on and on like this? It's well past my ritualistic bedtime. 

The dawning of the evening. Always my favorite part of the day. The beginning of the transition from light to darkness. A great deal of reflection happens in those moments.