Meandering Stories

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

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

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

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...