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He sits speaking, unheard
by those that ask questions
By those that dig deep
to unearth his long buried past
Things that twist and turn
writhing around his soul
Crushing his heart
thorns cutting deep
He keeps things back
as no-one listens
Instead turning things around
to the reality of it all
They turn on him, not
understanding his dream
Tearing it apart, ripping
it into pieces
For it’s them they really
want to talk about
Their own insecurities
and desires
So he travels alone
on his journey
On unknown paths with
no direction but forwards
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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