An old poem I wrote about how I see myself enjoy it!

A short story, that carries surprising aspects around every period. A story about a quick look into the life of the character Kingsley Koburn.

A little rant I made…

Poem – original form.

There has to be rain if there is going to a rainbow.

Taste varies from person to person.

I am looking for something different.

Grief affects us in so many different ways.

I feel alone.

One day the hurt will be erased.