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A Past Life poem

I fear the glory of a crimson sunset of its sinking rays falling into the ocean, like the dread of transforming into a Vampire at dusk, my dread is the same, loneliness thus. As the sky darkens, so does my inner pain, time to feel lost and lonely no soul...

A day in Venice 2023

A quick train from Mestre and a busy vaporetto ride soon saw me, the tourist, stepping on sacred ground. Venezia. Awestruck to be visiting the island, yet, once again, I began to snap selfies as proof that I had achieved my dreams of returning.

Soul release in 2023

The medicine to renewing ones spirit is a holiday. It doesn't need to be expensive or fancy. It just needs to be a getaway. An escape. Wow! And that's exactly what my Italian lakes, Spain and Portugal trip did for me. Revived. Re-connected. Re-evaluated. Life.