the sadness of lonely days of lonely puddles I walk across I jump across whilst I sleep whilst I cry the puddle disappears I see my reflection looking back at me looking back at who I was at who I am I am no longer jumping the puddle is too big I am no … Continue reading Puddle

Cars Drive Past

Only time can tell where we belong the repetition of time is ok for your mind in the contextualised historical reality it is suppressing at this moment in time context doesn't mean I don't exist without you stating that I DO it does not mean I do not quote the past warriors of time without … Continue reading Cars Drive Past