As Glass

How nice it is, after the storm, To sit back and glide along On water smooth as glass The rolling has stopped My boat sits still All seems calm Seems I look around Take in the day Where is the breeze Where is that smell of the water Could it be, That this world is as fragile As glass

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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