This is my resolution for 2011 - to post a poem on here every day. I'm not saying it's the next Shakespeare. It's just me.
I take no credit for most pictures featured unless they're the ones from my own camera.
Monday, 30 May 2011
Every wrinkle of the brain seems to be filled with a line of thought be it an idea a memory a fear a desire a fact
I travel along each crack picking up this but get distracted by that It's hard to keep track.
I don't know what I'm loosing because I'm too busy finding.