Not your doll
Ice in eyes, she craves the fire of your silence now listen, let her talk for once cause you never asked, before you took because you always knew that no, […]
Ice in eyes, she craves the fire of your silence now listen, let her talk for once cause you never asked, before you took because you always knew that no, […]
Do you know the scent of ice? Ice can borrow any color — why insist on grey? Skinning the pond, can this ice carry more than a sparrow’s weight? Have […]
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,