Picture courtesy of http://www.click2amuse.com There’s not much to say
about you except
How you look like an
oasis in the desert;
something of an
illusion unattainable,
out of reach yet in
the wisps of a dream…
Something drifting
with the sands
In the winds, carried
by sand devils
far from me
Blinded by particles
misdirected am I
Gone in seconds,
miles per hour
Faster than the
eye can see
Just a fragment of
A whisper
A wisp of a dream
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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