Brainstorm
A synaptic wind blows,
Through the empty spaces,
Shoving clouds across mind’s sky,
Like a playground bully.
One Breath
You were the breeze of fresh and fragrant air,
When the drowning man needed to cheat death…
A synaptic wind blows,
Through the empty spaces,
Shoving clouds across mind’s sky,
Like a playground bully.
You were the breeze of fresh and fragrant air,
When the drowning man needed to cheat death…
Embracing imperfection with faith, flannel, & fresh air
Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again
Often Misunderstood
An Open Mic & Poetry Show
I speak my heart out.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author
Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!
Work by Rain Alchemist
It's Time to Play...
Verba volant, scripta manent !
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