The World Was Always Calling Out To Me Through My Bedroom Window
“I am a part of all that I have met….Tho much is taken, much abides”
I became a drifter, a nomad of sorts. I didn’t march to the beat of a distant drum, or even a different drum as much as I marched to the beat my own drum. I became the drummer.
The Blog
This is my virtual dry dock by the wayside. A work in progress for the construction, maintenance, and repair of my inner thoughts, opinions, and psyche.
The World Through The Eyes of Little Donnie Dark
“butterflies, zebras, moonbeams, fairytales, and riding with the wind…”