"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, I am a poem. Each day I ask a question, and each night I fold the answers. My dreams chase me until I can finally read them. I am just a wanderer, lost in the lanes of life.

So read me, but don’t try to understand me, for some poems are not meant to be understood. Read me, but don’t ask why this poem— for to me, they are simply a way to escape.

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