Blog of Josh Hall

Travels take me far from here. But for some reason, my mind stays home. not that it’s lost or forgotten, It just decides not to come.

dry eyes dry hands white skies white lands winter weathers falling like feathers So familiar, nay, known So family, called home.

A cited source Excited more. A sight of sores: A site of moor.

You were odd, and I was awed by the scene that I’ve seen one thousand times in TIME’s big story I read in big bold red capital letters, capitol letters to the Prince of Persia, prints of presents to be bestowed in his presence by a maid who made the room appear like a pier […]

Give someone a shove, and they take flight. Give one some love, and they take your night. Take someone’s breath away, and they give you love. Take the time in a day, and they give answers from above.

When the most beautiful words I never spoke, Are at the tip of my tongue and then I choke On the possibility that you might respond, And then we’ll meet, and I’ll grow fond Of the way your hair slowly covers your eye. Or the way your hand gently brushes mine. Or how the blood […]