"I am quiet alone. I am neither happy nor unhappy; I lie suspended like a hair or a feather in the cloudy mixtures of memory." - Lawrence Durrell

to explain myself on a page when I am a poem itself. each day I ask an question, each night I fold the answers in my eyes. my dreams chase me till I can read them, I am just a wanderer caught in the lanes of life. so read me but don't try to understand me because some poems are not meant to be understood. read me but don't ask me why this poem because for me they are just a way to escape.

I share my musings on Instagram too you can find my words at @notyet100 and my art at @notyet100art