Poet without a soulClock, a pendulum
Warmth, a burning fire
Being, a meaning
Arrival
I have arrived to these lands, a sheep lost out of its flock, away from her fields. Matters not, new beginnings are only pavement for glorious returns. Enjoy my insane talk here and have fun seeing some of my favourite pictures. Ask a question, I know you want to. The page’s still work in progress, so no hard feelings if you don’t like something, I appreciate suggestions.
