24/M/South Africa    Writer | This is ancestral, past-life reading; this is meditation & prayer; this is future telling. always becoming. The undying soul in a decaying case. …

F    But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are …

I started writing poetry the other day: POETR That's coming along nicely.

Ísland    "It was only the sea sounding weary After so many lifetimes Of pretending to be rushing off somewhere And never getting anywhere" -Charles Simic