Jewels in the dark
The sparkle in my eyes — were like jewels wildy cold. I was the mineral, the rules that turned your alabaster into putty for my hands. I fell in love […]
The sparkle in my eyes — were like jewels wildy cold. I was the mineral, the rules that turned your alabaster into putty for my hands. I fell in love […]
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
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Verba volant, scripta manent !
About fantastical places and other stuff