A sailor and a gypsy walk in to a bar…
Visions of what you once were. So many months and now a sickly shadow. You take responsibility for letting yourself go. My hands were in the pot too, I say I didn’t know. You can’t hear what I say, When you get this way.… Continue Reading “Who Are You”
I haven’t really written in a while or had any motivation to do so. I hope that’s how creativity is. It comes and goes like a mood or the tides in and out. Usually it’s just because I am unsettled in my life and… Continue Reading “Check In”