F/Where the roses wilt
,,Do not watch the petals fall from the rose with sadness, know that, like life, things sometimes must fade, before they can bloom again,,
hybrid between an over-caffeinated college student and a drunk-again self-proclaimed Artiste (You can leave without going anywhere for a really long time. Like magic.)
What a miracle that I stumbled upon this place Filled with undiscovered secrets and dreams Overflowing with such possibilities to face And such scope for …
London. UK
I am a poet, writer of short/flash fiction and am presently struggling through my first novel. With a fascination for the darker side of penmanship …