A creative analyst fueld by tacos. Driven by the unknown, unexplained + unattended to. Welcome to my feelings and research, friends! @alexandranewms
Where the wind blows,
Blows furiously through
And then in the mornings,
Mornings smell of honey and dew.
The back wooded space,
Stepping out of my car, a tingling sensation quickly crept up in the back of my…
A land unknown to most men, that is where I desire to be. The last row of spruce trees would alas reveal a vast…
Reminiscent of a dream,
Your face and soul.
A familiarity longed for,
by both the young and old.
As the globe continues to turn,
Sweeping scents of succulent sage and sunflowers scour the shoal,
Slow strides seaward, sand and seashells shattered by slipshod steps.
Surreptitious silhouettes, sneaking, spying, short of a soul.