…Starfish

While walking down a clean beach early one morning, I came across an almost dead starfish. It was stuck in the sand, stagnated. There was an urge to pick the fish up and take him home, and match it with…

Writing

In my cave Deep beneath the ground I wait for inspiration to strike Amongst the muffled sounds… Sounds of thumping feet, Sounds of muffled speech, Sounds of dying music And of the music that has died Life reaches me Seeping…

Imagination

His eyes are full of hope But sometimes that hope just can’t cope With the realities that he perceives Perceptions deceive, Until his heart grieves For he begins to think he cannot… The mind races with the heart, An intense…