Found myself a new direction. Wandered away from all the infections Of modern life. Found a place inna woods Away from manufactured strife. Found a deck of cards And people who also wander far. The cards speak of nature And the people of adventure. Hostels feel safer than a hotel. Samhain with strangers. Samhain […]Read More Lost River Hostel Poetry
I missed you the other night When you weren’t around. I hope that you were sleeping tight And dreaming safe and sound. I forgot to tell you When I saw your face again. If I could only show you, And if I could only see, I know that we’d be friends.Read More Friends?