Wherefore art thou my feelings?

Cry me a fudging river, at least that would be better than not feeling at all, (at least that’s how it feels). Bittersweet if we’d cry literal tears of milk chocolate, nonsense and a gaze with no words for emotions. Imagine the wait for months to find I had anguish from last week, tell me…

Intro: Snowdrop

Hi, one day I found myself just wanting to write for the love of writing, a few poetic lines of my day to day life, not that it’s actually that important but the pulse of my pen demands a release. I could say I’m the lone flower that couldn’t say when last I’ve looked anyone…