Philomath
Just a 21 year old trying to find myself in the world around me. Avid reader and occasional writer.
There is a rainstorm within me, from which will bloom the most beautiful flowers you've ever seen
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July 23 2022 (A Quick One) in The Beginning
Walked around town today, must of been around 95° Fahrenheit today, sun and all. I don’t mind the heat anymore, I like it better than the cold. Anyways, spent too much money only on 4 books. Exci...
Restless in The Beginning
Another night of laying awake, another cruelty for not being able to sleep. The minutes go by and I’m consciously aware that with each passing minute, means one less minute of sleep. At some poin...
The Last Man on Earth (1964) in The Beginning
“Another day…another day to start all over again” - Robert Morgan This movie is still as fresh and powerful in my mind as it was the first day I saw it. There are no words to describe the impact ...
2/1/21 in The Beginning
The days seem to go by as quickly as wind passing through a field. I made a secret devotion to write something every day but clearly that has not been happening. As I become older it appears that...
Random Prose in The Beginning
The urge to write something on here has fertilized internally into my soul and I yearn to write from it. Like an egg that fertilizes into a woman and creates life, so does my passion to write for...
Fascination with People (Draft) in The Beginning
By nature, I am a quiet person. People would ask me why I’m quiet and I would never have an answer. Who can have an answer for something that is designed by nature? But, after years of thinking I...
Passage of Time in The Beginning
And so here we are - another year that has left us and a new year that has blossomed like a flower in a large field. The constant movement of time that never slows down, appearing to speed up as...
The Desire to Live in The Beginning
Ever since I was a boy, I have had the dream to leave my seclusion in search for life. To leave home with a few things in my back pocket and a few things on my back. All my essentials would be a...
On the Grasshopper and Cricket by John Keats in The Beginning
The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead- That is the Grasshopper’...
Opening Up in The Beginning
Sometimes I wonder how people can easily share their thoughts and emotions to others. It perplexes and I am in awe how people can convey themselves so freely. I am a quiet person, and someone who...
Night Walking in The Beginning
I am constantly thinking of traveling. I want to experience new things, see fresh faces, try to see the world, try to find the meaning of human existence through travel. Unfortunately, my predica...
Poetry in The Beginning
Since I am new to this website, I don’t exactly understand how to use it yet. Please bear with me as I get use to everything. I thought for my first post, I will post a poem that I wrote a few mo...
