Meandering Stories

Simple poems that can touch your hearts with the warmth of my words.

A poem reflecting a fragile semse of notions. Relating to freedom and being attached at the same time and thoughts of connections.

A short piece that articulates my desire for mornings to stretch on and retain the feeling of fresh, new hope that accompanies daybreak.

Haha c: Hi, told you this was gonna be a thing. And look I though of a good name too. 'The Meandering Thoughts Of a Wayward Teen' Or uh 'The Twisted And Winding Though...

It's just not prose. Poetry daily, I suppose.