me, happiness, sadness, life, poetry, steven humphreys


It’s me again overbearing the large and grandiose I flow through thine trees this fellow being evolving in its own way in midst of crude

old town, nostalgia, time machine, poetry, steven humphreys

Old town

Taking a drive through old town light and dark sides it is what has grown inside you that made you you remember growing up with all those



That thing we call you it moves on to the next step evolvement you are not a baby anymore that’s long passed but, you once were where did that ‘you’ go?