I write to notice my life more closely. This space holds poetry, brief reflections, and pieces shaped by place and pause — the kind of writing that comes when I slow down enough to listen. Some of it is personal, some of it is observational.I write to remember, to release, and sometimes simply to mark that I was here, paying attention. This is a personal archive. You’re welcome to linger.
I have been here before.
It smelt like roses crying red tears
I have been here before,
The sky is grey as it was in the morning...
I have been here before.
Standing in the same spot and in the same rain
I have been here before,
No longer can tell if it's just rain, piss or tears
And yet all I know is......I have been here...
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