This blog is an experimental landing spot for my attempts at poetry & storytelling, favorite quotes about writing, and song lyrics about life.
Monday, April 14, 2014
Walkabout To Nowhere 1.1
The Man had grown, but now he was smaller. The Man had built himself solid, stacking bricks, through experience and creativity and energy. Now fissures corrupt his foundation. He was a peaceful friendly man, but now he is locked in a constant battle.