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She lives in a world unmoving
as she awaits her destiny and fate
Nothing in her mind soothing
full of bitterness and hate
So many things happened of late
too much she dislikes
She often wonders on satisfaction to sate
and dreams others do chide
But fast is she losing her will
and all that she desired
She’s slowly walking out of kilt
everything dirty and mired
She thinks of wasted times
and those that put her down
She’s linked to the clock chimes
her aura gone bright to brown
Her lost belief she blames others
but herself mostly too
Too much wasted on blubbers
humanity she’s no faith in true
So off she goes down the street
swallowed by the fog and mist
Taken by the devil to meet
looking for elusive bliss
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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