Another day falling
from the crack of yesterday,

a patch of pearl
burning in the amber west
flaring up heaven
firing me up
in the pains of solitude
and poetry.

Home beckons through a dark way
where hope breathes eternal
as lanterns of moonlit leaves.

I won't mourn the loss
but fill all the void
with paper and ink.

Wisdom is only aquired through the mistakes we make in thinking we know it all.

If you were to go back to time what prank would you play on your teenage parents?
18/3/2020

I think
I am thinking
That i don't like to think
What others think of me