A word has a soul. It is born of thought and it goes somewhere.
Take me the mountains and don’t let come back until it’s all over. Continue reading “Damn Cupid’s Arrow, and everything it stands for.”
It’s not you, it’s me.
It’s in the grains, all of it. Continue reading “It’s in the little things.”
A raging force floats in the physical with effects so intense, it rattles and over takes virtually every corner of our blue sphere. For many years, hands have toiled hard and brains have thought harder to enchant and reserve a part of this force. Even now, the hunt only multiplies. But it is no animal, hunting is a waste of efforts. Continue reading “System beats sweat.”
They aren’t vertical, they are crooked from its entrance. Continue reading “The well from within.”
There will be days, maybe tomorrow or in the farthest future. But those days will come. They have to come for they have outlasted their waiting period. Those days will bring with them all that was stolen from yesterday.