Love is not from petals born
Our love is not from petals born the rose might bloom a day or three though lovely it still carry thorns while lust is prickly strength is key, cause passion […]
Our love is not from petals born the rose might bloom a day or three though lovely it still carry thorns while lust is prickly strength is key, cause passion […]
Life is being squeezed between a birthstone and a headstone, a cul-de-sac ending in abyss. Life is being stuck, to be running in a treadmill. But if you quack me […]
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