In life,
in keeping,
I was deceased.
And now,
in mossy cradle
as still as ice,
tamed at last,
I live.
Dying. Dead.
In death i live,
finally.
@StevenFrancispoems
Way back when I was in school I used to carry a notebook everywhere I went to record daily thoughts and observations. So you see, ive been blogging since before it was popular and where better to carry it onward than to give it a digital page of its own? Welcome to the pages of bar fly Hollywood Francis...
