A rover of sorts…
Perpetually aware of the expansive yet transitionary motion of thoughts.
Here’s me, tip-toeing my way in (or out) to a space to preserve a few remnants of thoughts. Be my guest…
Had there not been any light, there wouldn’t be a reflection..
My inclination to reflect and be able to weave a pattern of words began in the early years of teens. Truth be told, I have never truly written anything to share with the world but off late, I can sense a calling to loosen up and let things flow across the gradient of unknown places and faces.. In what I write, words maybe mine, but my inspiration comes from somewhere special. Still unknown is the source of that inspiration, but it is always seeking to be found..
I hope you enjoy my collection of poetry, prose, quotes, observations, or simply a potpourri of emotions.