Finding you can only wander aimless as thoughts capture themind as ifin chains. This is what seizes me in such days like this and why I seek to write about such times. It may not make much sence to many But yet it is reality. A day where one is caught is thoughts that chains … Continue reading Aimless

Without Meaning

Writing poetry helps my walk through the minefield that is my mental health. Sometimes it turns out something like what you see below. Words or sentence that often make little sence. But that is the joys of writing. Often something without Meaning. Photo by Miguel u00c1. Padriu00f1u00e1n on As the rains began to fall. … Continue reading Without Meaning