Welcome to the moor of my mind, to the bog of my mood. In this place you'll find reflections in a shattered mirror, shadows in an autumnal day, changing dark clouds in my mind's nocturnal sky. This place is such a stuff as dreams and nightmares are made on, a journey record which gives shape to a different world. Welcome to my world.
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Wednesday, 10 February 2016
Learning to fly
Try to fly, but don't forget Icarus
A soul in tension that's learning to fly Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
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