For years I have pondered this supposition. It would be a revolutionary idea to think it could ever happen.

Peace.

Musings through prose in paragraph form. A character looks into his mind and finds a whole new world.

Encompasing many different experiences throughout my life.

It’s a poem about love. Missing the the days of newly found love.

One woman’s musings on finding her true love.

As a person living in seclusion I have decided to face the maddening crowd with a very personal and hairy look at the Triond underground.

Why do we continue forward, when the past was so beautiful? Why don’t we turn around?

This is a true incident which I wanted to share with all of you.I hope it will make more people to come forward and give a gift of sight.

Sun lover that I am, winter hibernation suits me.