I couldn’t sleep, so I… wrote myself a lullaby; The problem is, lullabies often make me cry, because remembering childhood reminds me of lost things – and I stay awake thinking of ways to bring them back.
I couldn’t sleep, so I… wrote myself a lullaby; The problem is, lullabies often make me cry, because remembering childhood reminds me of lost things – and I stay awake thinking of ways to bring them back.
Sometimes it’s okay to disremember an entire day – or try to, it doesn’t always work; but challenging the mind is better than allowing it to get stuck in the past.
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
A collective of thoughts, poetry, writing works, blurbs, and other randomosity
BUZZWEED QUIZZES
Art Studio Dumfriesshire
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