Morning
The hills turn to clouds
As they meet the horizon
Mist obscures them
With such poeticism
As if mirroring
My clouded thoughtsThe cold air
Soothes my burning mind
As each day
I hope
To leave your
Choices
Behind.
A new day
A step away
And towards myself
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I’ve been an avid reader and scribbler for years but only recently started thinking about publishing my work.
I’ve always enjoyed writing and have, since 2008, been producing scripts for theatre as my main focus of writing, but always scribbling poems, songs and short stories for fun, and/or catharsis. I’m also a keen sketcher and sketchnoter.
Scribbles of an insomniac 