the writings of a perfectly imperfect human
Fiction, fantasy, and faith
Phantasm. Bewilderment. Clairvoyance.
Dreaming aloud, wondering softly; a play on hope and tragedy.
Through the soul . . . To my calm
Our minds are inebriated on thought.
Based on Fictitious Events.
Subscribing to the Cosmic Snowball Theory: A few million years from now the sun will burn out and lose its gravitational pull. The earth will turn into a giant snowball and be hurled through space. When that happens it won't matter if I write this blog
From time to time there is something that I want to write about that does not fit in with the subject of my other blogs. This is a place for those random thoughts and from time to time I may throw in a little poetry too!