hexek

Well Ive been a spectator long enough. Maybe its time i write and stuff. So here is my opening journal, I will return every chance I get.

I have decided to publish some of my poems on the site and see what the responses are. So feel free to read, return and comment on my words.

Thanks,

Sitting her pondering
the end of time,
Wastefully conducting
thoughts of the mind,
Tunneling your way
you continue to think on,
Demising your end
till its all gone,
Holes in the sole
missing ones own
Anxiously waiting
the return from the lone.


(Dont think into stuff to much. No one can make you feel inferior , without your consent)