
The quiet
When quiet
Turns frantic…

When calm
Towards calm
Sprints havoc…

When still
Through still
Rips panic…

But what’s
Life’s worth
When flat,
If static?
Semi-random musings, poems, and visual images from the journey

The quiet
When quiet
Turns frantic…

When calm
Towards calm
Sprints havoc…

When still
Through still
Rips panic…

But what’s
Life’s worth
When flat,
If static?