tonight my breath is blue and my skin silver tonight I am my memories and with rue my heart is laden bittersweet roll the chapters Oh! what a tragedy! this book of life that was writ with seeds of love sown but was pounded upon a hearth of stone
I wrote a new story such was my art it exalted me to glory such was my craft I’m the child of destiny where my chapters don’t last
tonight and forever my breath is blue and my skin silver For, I am the moon that causes tides only to drown in those waters
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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