I ponder often of a curtain feeling. I search aimlessly for a comprehensive meaning to what it could possibly be. I could attempt to describe said feeling. However, I don't believe the human language bares words capable of defining it. My heart feels like a flaming star in the night sky, erupting with a burst… Continue reading Is This Love?
For school- When man tries to be God. Murky waters of a shallow, gelid pond. Four-leaf-clovers rest upon the lifeless water surface. Clovers placed by man who wish for a "lucky" abscond. When man tries to be God. Ginger rusted bars, in grid like form. To keep animals or people, away from harms way. Decayed… Continue reading Rusted Waters