When the world talks There is a loud clanging Of emptiness Disguised as fullness Leaving me hungry I crave that which satisfies the soul’s longing Which can only be found in solitude Take me to the wild places Oh wind Where I can be alone with my soul Where I can eat and drink Of Nature’s fullness Let the wild wind laugh And let me laugh with it Let us roll around in joy Dancing with the clouds Until the sun sets And night comes Then let us rest in peace In the arms of the dark.
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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