Menu Home


Into the empty I peer. Vast colors of sky and land converging along a line.

Empty is not a void.

Sounds echo as I walk along the line between night and day.

Echoes of my past in memories flow through my mind.

A place imagined is a place lived for a time.

Haunting memories create boundaries and years form maps in my mind.

I walk alone in time tracing my life through dreams I’ve dreamt over the years.

I feel the pain of the things that left me in tears.

Into the past I look to find all of the things I’ve left behind.

Please continue reading this blog on my Patreon:

Please read my writing on my Patreon and these sites: 


Watch me Live each night on my Youtube: 


video editing:

Video editing and color grading:

Categories: poetry writing

Tagged as:


Please consider the Following:


%d bloggers like this: