The walk
He walks
We walk
As they watch
Feet hitting pavement
Feeling no breeze
And their shoulders
Feels the weight
Of
Death
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Thoughts on an ever-evolving life
A prose and poetry lifestyle blog 🎨
“It was obvious that he was a man who marched through life to the rhythms of some drum I would never hear.” Hunter S. Thompson
A writer/photographer making sense and nonsense in words and visuals.
Letting Life Lead
Just a Girl Holding Her Father's Hand and Sharing His Heart
Working Puzzles & Beating the Odds
.Welcome to my Metaphors.
An Argument for Humanity
Poems and such about various things
Engaging the concept of the human soul through art, culture, and practical advice
Poet Artist
Scars are like memories..
... there's still life ahead
Home of all types of feline alchemy
Inspire to live an ideal life
"The home to everyone is to him his castle and fortress, as well for his defence against injury and violence, as for his repose." ~Edward Coke
Thoughts on an ever-evolving life
A prose and poetry lifestyle blog 🎨
“It was obvious that he was a man who marched through life to the rhythms of some drum I would never hear.” Hunter S. Thompson
A writer/photographer making sense and nonsense in words and visuals.
Letting Life Lead
Just a Girl Holding Her Father's Hand and Sharing His Heart
Working Puzzles & Beating the Odds
.Welcome to my Metaphors.
An Argument for Humanity
Poems and such about various things
Engaging the concept of the human soul through art, culture, and practical advice
Poet Artist
Scars are like memories..
... there's still life ahead
Home of all types of feline alchemy
Inspire to live an ideal life
"The home to everyone is to him his castle and fortress, as well for his defence against injury and violence, as for his repose." ~Edward Coke
The weight of days and seasons.
That right! And I need to change with the seasons (:
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