Perhaps some truth is uncovered finally, hopefully it will help me find peace.
~R.A.H.~

I’m alone there.

Early Poetry.

A TAKE ON WAR.

In the area of ​​Kill Devil Hills, four miles south of Kitty Hawk, North Carolina, USA, this plane, flying four times on December 17, 1903.

I dream of becoming a bird and getting out of this cage.

A series of dreams I have compiled that I thought were fun and entertaining.

Witty poem comparing Superman with Santa Claus.

Miles to go before I sleep… seems to be the theme of this poem.

A reflection of life and living, love and death, time and stillness.