Leather on lace
Gently you claimed me with fire on skin, to fingertips brushing, to sandalwood songs; you guided me slowly to sunrise and sins. Who could you blame if loving is wrong? […]
Gently you claimed me with fire on skin, to fingertips brushing, to sandalwood songs; you guided me slowly to sunrise and sins. Who could you blame if loving is wrong? […]
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