Fear Of Flying
When I stand on the edge and look downMy feet seem to lose touch with the groundMy eyes start to
Celebrating creativity
When I stand on the edge and look downMy feet seem to lose touch with the groundMy eyes start to
Circling the waterGathering art from the groundChipping, tearing, and trimmingUntil we find the beautyThe meaning in each tiny pieceTime means
Open Your Mind
on the internet, nobody knows you're a blog
Where writers gather
love each other like you are the lyric to their music
Running, Writing, Real Life Experiences & Relatable Content.
the literary asylum
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
Understanding ourselves and the world we live in.
The ups and humorous downs of life over 40.
Notes on Seeing, Reading & Writing, Living & Loving in The North
• Hugs and Infinities
haiku + images
Luxuriating in the Arts
A blog without a cause
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