Category: My Writing

Round and Round


Life on the blue and green planet spins round and round. That’s how it is. That’s how it always will be. Until the end of time. Whenever that is. Existence evolves and […]

Witness Mark


It was a witness mark A vague witness mark But a witness mark nonetheless Hidden beneath the dust of depression Covered by the cobwebs of fears Untouched for years Then he came […]



it’s you that I want when I’m laying in the dark listening to the tick of the clock it’s you that I think of when I’m drinking alone in a crowded bar […]