Painting the journey,
In shades of green,
A hopefully meeting,
On life’s road.
Seeking something,
Or maybe shes running,
These very little differences,
At the end of the day.
So I’ll paint this journey,
In greens of the forest,
In reds of the desert,
In blue of the ocean.
And I hope she finds,
What she looking for,
Or I’ll paint this journey,
In white.
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I write Poetry and fiction as a hobby, I've written a full book but never managed to get it published.
My poems tend to be thoughtful and philosophical with a touch of spirituality.
My fiction is mostly sci-fi and fantasy but usually with twists and interesting ideas thrown in there. I have been told I don't have a solid grasp of genre, which is fair since the whole concept doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me anyways, I write what I want, and nothing else.
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