who am i to tell the roses not to bloom how do I stop the hands of time or silence a lonely wolf howling at the moon how can i not think of you it’s like asking my heart to remember not to bleed or a pianist who lost his hands to forget his keys my beautiful muse tell me I can lock these thoughts out convince me I can put doors upon the sea
I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...
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