We find ourselves out in the cold
We left that place that we called home,
Our nest we’ve flown
The seeds have been sown,
We won’t be one of the crowd and go with the flow
Because we want more,
And won’t take these absurd societies that the score
So we walked out of the door,
And stepped in to the cold.
Dream. Explore. Discover.
Luis Santiago Calle Quirós
Supermassive black hole poetry.
Just another WordPress.com weblog
Blog poetycki Tomasza Kuciny
旅行記、ゴルフ、ドローン映像など自由気ままな内容/Travel, Golf, Drone etc.
WRITER/POET/ACTIVIST
We live in a society filled with a mixture of emotions. The way we get to handle these emotions, defines our character.
You can lead your generation
AbolitionSuperstition
Fotografias e palavras percorrem o mundo de mãos dadas.
A deep dive into various lives.
Her side hustle is dubious at best. But she's in love.
Where is the line between creative contemplation and riling rumination?
Dream. Explore. Discover.
Luis Santiago Calle Quirós
Supermassive black hole poetry.
Just another WordPress.com weblog
Blog poetycki Tomasza Kuciny
旅行記、ゴルフ、ドローン映像など自由気ままな内容/Travel, Golf, Drone etc.
WRITER/POET/ACTIVIST
We live in a society filled with a mixture of emotions. The way we get to handle these emotions, defines our character.
You can lead your generation
AbolitionSuperstition
Fotografias e palavras percorrem o mundo de mãos dadas.
A deep dive into various lives.
Her side hustle is dubious at best. But she's in love.
Where is the line between creative contemplation and riling rumination?
