If I could listen
to the ghosts within the mist…
I might just go mad.
My wardrobe divide
does not account for seasons.
Cold? Just grin and bare.
If I could listen
to the ghosts within the mist…
I might just go mad.
My wardrobe divide
does not account for seasons.
Cold? Just grin and bare.
My writing seems to have taken a turn towards the non-existent recently, so it is about time that I get my act together and try to finish off one of these novels that I have on the go. I’m also going to try and start updating this site each day as I’m hoping that will motivate my writing as a whole. So for today I’m posting my first attempt at writing a Japanese type of fixed formed poetry called a Choka.