A wee look into my thought process...
In search of wisdom and contentment, I start yet another journal - this one dedicated to truth and lies, poems and prose - me.
My father died still in want
It is spring and the land is wanting
what lies beneath
not wanting to be found
In want to be larger than life
Yet want to shrink away into nothingness
In want of a child
In want of Love
To be Loved