Out on the black tip
time heals
there is regrowth
in the shattered soil
clean air
fills the soul
but memory remains.
Out on the black tip
time heals
there is regrowth
in the shattered soil
clean air
fills the soul
but memory remains.
Blog Fiction
... from a silent space
Emotional musings
storytelling the world through travels & books
LOVE IS THE ANSWER
The Feel Of Arts
The world around through my camera's lens
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
Lyrics from the Rainforest
Music | Literature | People.
"I have enough time to rest, but I don't have a minute to waste". Come and catch me with your wise words and we will have some fun with our words of wisdom.
You & Your Health
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Irreverence's Glittering New Low!
Finding things, collecting ideas, making art
Your Health and Wealth Upgrade
How to Kick Guilt in the Balls.
