Restless
Whispers range across an endless void, growing louder upon the pain of my restless heart. Beating drums mark my soul’s demise, drift within the confines […]
Shortypman
The world of words and images that comes to mind from time to time:
The World Outside
Why must the outside always find its way in? Why must it infringe on my selfish little world? Here I sit content, surrounded by my […]
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 […]
Shortypman: Words and Photos in paperback
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