Thoughts, Reflections and the Truth....

Can you feel it beneath your fingers? The skin on her neck, the blood running beneath, her fight for air, and you - her noose- Strangulat...

Growing up is constantly challenging yourself, A constant state of feeling out of place,  in an effort to expand, being the square peg, t...

She ran her fingers across his spine, And felt it arch, ever so slightly under her touch. She took in his scent and cradled him in her a...

Would you have been any different , had you been the first of your kind? If there was nobody to tell you what normal was, how would ...

People are but stories gripping, Typed on brand new, good smelling paper, In a world fixated on the make and cover, Where truth weighs ...

We haven't met. You have a face from the photographs that I have seen of you in your matrimony profile, but no identity. Many of the bo...

Hush, dear mind; this is not helping, You've chained me without chains, this spell is paralyzing. We are well past the days when good...