I cannot say I am a poet, yet I love poetry. I have never been a photographer, yet I love photography.

I have but one identity, one which I am not worthy of, yet I endlessly struggle to live up to, hoping, not in vain, that one day I will be worthy.

I do not behove to be who you would like me to be – I am a product of my being, moulded by thoughts and actions that were not mine, taking inspiration from that which has passed –
A cacophony, a whirlwind, I am toldΒ moments pass – The brush of a feather against that withering, ill-fated tree. It groans under the burdens that are shared by people past, swept by by a wind that knows no more than how to be –
Yes, moments pass by like the wind and today

I invite you to read for a moment that will soon pass you by.

Thank you all for the likes, comments and follows. I truly appreciate it.




28 thoughts on “About.”

  1. they do pass
    and you
    in the



  2. Thanks for liking my latest piece and directing me to your work. look forward to reading more when time permits. πŸ™‚


  3. We are what we are…and thank goodness for the differences. Thank you for looking in my work and liking it. I’ve read some of your pieces and I liked them, but I need to read them again I think. I’d like to call back in a couple of days and do that if that’s alright. πŸ™‚

  4. I am loving your blog! I love your poems… You say you are not a poet but you are actually! Following you right now! πŸ˜€ ❀

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