Philosophical Heathen

A few thousand miles traveled since I last wrote here, its been a couple of years and I'm none the wiser, in fact, I have murdered many ...

My soul is feeling quite like an industrial wasteland lately, what was once productive is sitting, stale and stagnant.  I mean, there's ...

Weeks have passed since I last made a post, as each one passes faster than the last. Soon I forget that I'm a writer and the thought o...

It's Sunday, just before dusk, I don't have much in mind to write about but something tells me I must.  Magnificent hues does th...

I forced myself out into the light of day, and I definitely needed it.  My blue eyes have always been sensitive to light, but more so to...

Life is an incessant string of ups and down hastily pasted together, and in the flurry I sometimes become overwhelmed so I take the quic...

 I haven't been able to write because my words aren't matching my actions, I sometimes let myself wander a little too far from m...