Spoon-feeding mother
when parting came slowly as words you forgot or when you were lost we thought we had time to listen to music to read or to dine we never could […]
when parting came slowly as words you forgot or when you were lost we thought we had time to listen to music to read or to dine we never could […]
My skin is too thin not to write about stars cause caring’s a burden that’s heavy to bear. So I sit here writing of stars, about wind in my hair, […]
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,