Knock the rust from my heart
Explorations for a glance for naught
High desert of twisted dreams calls
Their whispers drift aimlessly
Sunlight within smiles behind clouds
Winds stare blankly into wilderness
Still the pulse does not race on
Memories turning into tumbleweeds
Someday has fallen from calender
But here I sit in oblivion
Waiting for the rust to be set free
Karin Ravasio nature photography, motivation, products
HOPELESSLY ROMANTIC
An onion has many layers. So have I!
Views on Football from the Front Row
Life is simple... So take notes
Never get lost in the Sauce
Fiction Writing
my writing junkyard
A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
My view of this wonderful and crazy life - as I travel and explore.
A different kind of beautiful
An Introvert's "Ice Cream Social"
We are freaks. Society dejects us...so we find solace in things that don't exist...
Welcome To My World
Life is just a story. And I've got a pen.
"Good science fiction doesn’t have safe spaces.” -Mark Pontin
Karin Ravasio nature photography, motivation, products
HOPELESSLY ROMANTIC
An onion has many layers. So have I!
Views on Football from the Front Row
Life is simple... So take notes
Never get lost in the Sauce
Fiction Writing
my writing junkyard
A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
My view of this wonderful and crazy life - as I travel and explore.
A different kind of beautiful
An Introvert's "Ice Cream Social"
We are freaks. Society dejects us...so we find solace in things that don't exist...
Welcome To My World
Life is just a story. And I've got a pen.
"Good science fiction doesn’t have safe spaces.” -Mark Pontin
