Some days are golden. Moments overwhelm you with beauty and light and make you feel you might explode. Other days are a dull grey, or black, or just empty, and you drift from moment to moment wondering what that fleeting, nameless sensation you feel about your heart is. It seems to me that too often feelings cannot catch up with thoughts, or perhaps it is the other way around, and what we feel cannot be put into coherent words or even thoughts, because it is the metaphysical and is not meant to be explained or analysed. Our lives are made up of moments and thoughts. This is a way to recording some of mine.

Other things....
Penguins fountain pens theatres instant coffee fairy wings creme eggs Space mojitos dress-up rainbows bare feet cookies ukulele butterfly kisses peanut-butter ice-cream Jessie Buckley bluebells barbie movies second hand books indigo and violet, Lists.

I grow up a only child with my mother. My mother always work so hard to support both of us but she forgot to love me as her son, though she didn't do it on purpose cause a woman working that hard for her child by herself is hard already but raising a boy even makes it worst. So i grow up always feeling alone and neglect everyone around..... because they neglect me first after i greet them.
BUT NOW
Eheh, I'm the most jolly-crazy-fun loving brute that everyone loves. I'm basically that brother you can't stand but can never hate. Reason why I became this way, is because I was too stubborn to give up on my life and give in too darkness.

I'm here and there, in and out, up and down. I love learning things I know nothing about.

There's not a great deal to tell

Lucky to be a husband to wonderful wife
father of a 19 year old young man
Parkinsonian
piano tuner-technician
amateur musician, songwriter
cyclist
animal lover
cat slave
baseball and basketball fan
Thrice married: 3rd times a charm, not 3 strikes and you're out!

Occasional Writer