A discussion of the concept of time in W.H. Auden’s As I Walked Out One Evening.

Thoughts of a sunny afternoon where the past and future seem to be mixed and if things could have been different, why weren’t they? Somewhat poetic but mostly just thoughts.

Anxiety is an awful state of mind. It can make you feel trapped in yourself, your lost dreams. This is a poem that I wrote, that I think explains it perfectly.

A very sad rhyme-royal.

Not me.

A new spin on an old tale.

Glimmer of held back tears.

Sometimes…

His only.

Wall.