It’s the beginning of a thriller film
Shiny, glossy and hauntingly quiet
except for the clikety clack of keys
and the old coffee machine whirring by it.
It’s not somewhere one dreams of going
the cover does not match the story
silent tells the voice stopped growing
It’s not the place for pride and glory.
I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!
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