Part of accepting death is trying to imagine it, but nothing prepares you for the the real thing.

And one More For The Times!

I wrote this poem for my Nana (Betty Robbins)

An english Sonnet for dark times…

A medieval story based on the game runescape.

Poetry.

When things are spinning out of control, stand still and wait for them to stop.

I have always defended you and forever will.

Every step made forward to fulfill in reaching an objective is indeed called "The Journey."

Time is, very mysterious, isn’t it?