Sitting alone he is
In his own world
Thinking of things
That in his mind do swirl
The past, present and future
All as one to he
As he sits alone
Only he can fully see
Then she passes him by
Offering a smile
Suddenly all evaporates
This adult becomes a child
Then her twinkling eyes do pass
As she floats away
Back to his thoughts
With shadows of grey
Sitting alone again
Always sitting alone
Thoughts lost in deep
In which he does roam
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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