Words. Images. Sounds. People. P… Humming around. My Brain. With n… Like a s h u t t l e i n… My mouth lets the drivel drop from… but keeps the creativity to circle…
The lingering drops of rain that f… The gentle patter, nearly mesmeriz…
I look beyond the tired panes of m… and see slumped branches dancing s… A small tin shed hides the dark cl… I look beyond the tired pains of m… but I see nothing.
We are brought up under the impres… So why then is it that when you sp… You speak words with less worth th…
I have my tea the way I live my l… not seriously and with milk.
