The Wee Hours
It’s dark. The only light, the fluorescent glow of the screen. Like a campfire, it cannot reach past where I sit.
It’s dark. The only light, the fluorescent glow of the screen. Like a campfire, it cannot reach past where I sit.
Often Misunderstood
My Journey with You
An Open Mic & Poetry Show
Poetry and Prose
Cherish every moment
I speak my heart out.
♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️
Connecting philosophy to the world around us
Dichotomy | Contrast | Life
Award-winning Author
Scribbled pieces of life
