Picture courtesy of takainamairi.deviantart.com It’s time to leave them on their own
to for him to leave and roam
Too long standing still
empty space he needs to feel
For too long he’s been alone
with no direction to go
Now he sees something at hand
close it is, no life bland
He just has to leave all behind
to be cruel is to be kind
They will have to fight alone
for they have to be on their own
Too much has passed that he has missed
spent too much time getting twisted
This time all will be different
he’ll do all to do what was meant
So the time approaches, excited is he
his body and mind will finally be free
But as for his heart and soul
that something else to fill, another hole
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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