Shouting at The Void

These are the words that whisper in the night not just mere poems. So grab a tissue and be ready to scream. It's ok, it's never as dark as it seems.

Just an old soul in a not so old body. Graced with a strange sense of humor and cursed with a stranger sense of self. Feeling a connection to the likes of Poe, Shelley and Frost since childhood. You can find me amongst the trees or at the lake during the summer time; you will find me snuggled in a blanket with a cup of coffee during the winter. I started writing when I was young, creating worlds I could escape to. Now I write so maybe someone can escape when they need to the most.