Our hands muddied with smaller crimes
and greater guilts,
are the only hands that we have
to hold each other.
Our faults make up this love
is the only love that
can survive the deaths
of our hope and trust in each other.
"Inspiring quote to express my individuality."
An eclectic collection of trivia, musings and free range lunacy
Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry
Just your average PhD student using the internet to enhance their CV
Stories of wanderlust, adventure and occasional disaster.
Art is the Struggle to Understand
Thoughts from the Inner Mind
Travel Stories and Other Adventures
exploring expressing creating
notes from the shed
Enlightenment Through Photography
Adventures in the United Arab Emirates & Beyond
Exploring how we can live our lives with purpose and joy.
on a Tamaki Hiroshi high