So what if my writing sometimes refuses to go any deeper than surface level and touch all the raw, sore spots, the gaping wounds, imprinted onto me by the egopinions of everyone but myself? Maybe I’m just tired of pain, and the remains of my own ego seek to shield me from the traumas of …
Someone said we don’t stay young forever, and it’s accepted as undeniably true because the evidence time leaves on our souls and bodies reminds we don’t have much left. But my inner child never ages and as long as my soul knows youth Age is relative; I breathe it like air. I never forget to …
I related to a kids’ poetry book today, and… it told me my inner child still hurts sometimes. I should pay more attention to her.
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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