Writing Practice with Ben

In the night will rest you head into my hands?
Will you disrupt this pattern from starting again?
If I ask you for Nothing will Nothing there stand?
I don’t know what I want what I wants where I’ve been.

Writing Practice with Ben

Muisc, wine, beer, coffee, hiking, travel, and adventures

End of reel

Pemaquid Lighthouse with you

The fogs of the moors descend on Perth in Upper Swan

But if I want them too will they come to me soon? Will they fluctuate between midnight and past noon? Was kind of banking on a future that’d be involving you But I couldn’t ask this of you. I couldn’t ask this.

The Saint of Sth Guildford

Sprong

We going?

Gastrolobium genus blooming in Kalamunda

Curious Western Grey

Above the fog, above Northam