Restless
The Midway Whispers range across an endless void, growing louder upon the pain of my restless heart. Beating drums mark my soul’s demise, drift within...
Life beyond Life
I flew high once above the clouds on wisps of air, beyond myself without a care. but heights once reached were all too far, so...
Unfinished
Tasks are but uncompleted bits, life yet to be done, that don’t beckon us at the moment. We find other toils to fill the void....
Shortypman: Words and Photos in paperback
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