The mask of the red death
In your deepest void, the smothered dreams are shaded with your agonizing nights where walls surround you, squeeze you closed and capped in bordello-burgundy velvet, hold you in a red […]
In your deepest void, the smothered dreams are shaded with your agonizing nights where walls surround you, squeeze you closed and capped in bordello-burgundy velvet, hold you in a red […]
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,