Haiku #598 Posted byAndrew Mark WatkinsAugust 21, 2018August 21, 2018Posted inUncategorizedTags:Dad, fishing, garden, Haiku, poem, rusty, Time I don’t know what it’s doing there in the garden It’s rusty can time Share this:TwitterFacebookTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by Andrew Mark Watkins Join our competition! View more posts
I'm bilaterally deaf, schizophrenic, autistic, talented individual. I can see you thinking...What was his day job? Well, I am a qualified systems engineer and i worked in computers. To be honest I can't remember what I wrote in my bio which I deleted. I write I draw, It is my goal in life to be anything but facsimilia. I believe life is duodecimal, you live you die, dark. Some call this depression and indeed I am a depressive schizophrenic. To be something is a great thing-some call it drosophilae syndrome(to be studied), a term I coined myself. As I appreciate in words as I get older sometimes it helps to remember what it was like being a child with drosophilae syndrome where the other is to be seen. This is why I draw and write. 