It’s time that we had a reasonable discussion about the way we perceive information, about our reality perspective. There are a lot of people, myself included, that are missing the forest for the trees. I don’t claim to be an academic and I admit I’m not current with regard to new trends in philosophy, sociology, […]
Though well-intentioned, Love should stand aloof. In passing moments fragile, hearts may bloom And die, as seconds crack and clocks toll doom: The glare of Fate is cold and holds reproof.
I found a bird with broken wing, it could not fly, nor would it sing. Its eyes seemed full of strong appeal to come with me that it might heal.
The box is smaller now, My arms squeezed out through cracks, my legs doubled, pulling my spine taut. My chin burrows into my chest, elbows dig into my side while all around the sides of the box press closer.