Willowed will
Willow me from wont, let be just you and me; let old be gone send silver, gold and let us see, in billows, fields aglow, the way, from habit to […]
Willow me from wont, let be just you and me; let old be gone send silver, gold and let us see, in billows, fields aglow, the way, from habit to […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
Poems and psychosis.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku,