Gewgaw Writings

The night was young; the stars were strewn brilliantly in the night sky. It was a wonderful night. But it was not for me. " Name?...

Photoeverywhere.co.uk Vestiges of memories, some vivid, some hazy, inundates the fledgling soul, hurting so viciously. The soul searches a w...

Image from Clker.com I stare blindly at the ceiling, blinded by tears of sorrow. seeing all, but seeing nothing, unmindful of tomorrow. W...

"One of the strongest motives that lead men to art and science is escape from everyday life with its painful crudity and hopeless drear...