Veiled
That nightthe moon was cold,the rattling wind,a moody breathwas sullen, sickand tiptoed closeto death. You came before meveiled in silver,exhaling asthe night you died; that nightI burned your lettersbut I […]
That nightthe moon was cold,the rattling wind,a moody breathwas sullen, sickand tiptoed closeto death. You came before meveiled in silver,exhaling asthe night you died; that nightI burned your lettersbut I […]
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