Escape From Reality
Anyone that has followed me for a while will know that I am really into photography. I am at my happiest with either a book or my camera in hand. 111 more words
3 months ago
Do you believe in the undead soul?
The cries in the night in which still linger.
The whisper you hear when nobody’s home.
The sight that makes the cat go crazy. 88 more words
3 months, 1 week ago
I see the things most people don’t
It doesn’t matter if it’s in reality or my own head
I see the people gone from Earth but still here… 14 more words
Tic Toc Tic Toc
The time is running the clock
Time flies they say
Maybe it does, maybe it doesn’t
It all just depends on the life you live… 42 more words
You don’t know what you have until you lose it.
This has meaning.
What if you already know what you have before you lose it? 47 more words
4 months ago
The pencil is my brush
The paper is my canvas
My mind is the sky
My imagination roams the earth
My painting is wild and free… 32 more words
4 months, 1 week ago
As I look in the mirror, I see me….
It’s not me, but it is….
I stand there looking at this reflection
I can see its heart, it’s 19 more words