Picture courtesy of the brilliant vimark.deviantart.com Lost words gone with the breeze
Fluttering away never to be seen
Faces will never smile at them
Gone away, never heard again
Whether sad or happy, far too late
These lost words could’ve been great
But you never listened, didn’t care
Into the void you now stare
Gone forever these lost words
Never by you shall they be heard
Gone forever to the mists of time
Listen carefully the next you try
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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