there is no place like home
“Not all those who wander are lost”
Writing can never be fully explained. Have you ever seen a baker walk into the kitchen, grab random ingredients from the fridge, and make something without a plan? Poetry is like that—a careful, quiet art that brings strangers together.
This blog is about everything—from the pull of human greed to the quiet magic of stopping to smell the roses. Like the steady rhythm of a typewriter, words here tell stories that matter.
The best part of poetry? Somewhere between the lines, you might lose yourself—or find who you really are. Because not all those who wander are lost.
and fall in a rabbit hole with me.
mayawrites 