The inner ramblings of a somewhat lost brain.
13/10/2020 A house is a home, & a home is a place, a feeling. But when that is gone? When it’s time to move on?
By Rachel Hall5 years ago in Poets
16/04/2020 Early mornings / A year ago & every single year, day morning, prior to that, not my thing. Leave me in bed until the last second possible,
Some are welcoming, some are neat. Others, not so. But who am I to say. I'm not certain, of their ways. Where they're from, what their eyes have seen.
25/06/2020 Freeing for mind & soul. Challenging for physical self. Seemingly always drawn into nature at the exact right time.
A place to share, the inner workings of my brain. Where I go to process my thoughts, understand myself, & relieve my worries.
