Sometimes we look far too deep
Or choosing paths that are too steep...
When looking at the puzzle
Of the jigsaw that I solved...
The thread
A poem a day, a painting in three...
My darkest days gives pain
A simple yet dying days...
I won't let time claim a win
And be the enemy...
Orson Welles,
a man...
Sometimes frustration
Is hard to ignore...
When life gives you a door that's locked
Just stand back and try to knock...
Love yourself... when it’s hard...
See the beauty in parts...
Patience, a virtue so pure and true,
A quality that can carry us through...
Seeds sewn were weeds are growing
Make easy going a need for knowing...
My world I create is the only world I can know...