I live my life
hidden away,
far from people
or dragons to slay
Solitude
is my preferred choice
Poetry
is my one true voice

Just like the moon, we are both comparable as imperfect—like its phases. Amidst that, you have loved me beyond my imperfections.

In me is what created me.
Look around and recognize.
Movements of trees.
Beating heart breathing.
Mountains high, crumbling.
We’re getting there.
Waterfalls rough and calm.
Feelings falling.
I am you.




Shell✨🐚

People these days seem to have forgotten that history repeats itself like a clock on the wall…..
Twice a day, first as a lesson, the second time as a warning. Still, no one cares to listen until the clock stops, the walls begin to crack, and the foundation is crumbling beneath their feet……
only then do we begin to realize it’s too late to turn back and we then scramble to replace the batteries and repair the cracks.
Shane M. Stoops