For school- In the joyous days of childhood, can you recall playing aimlessly in shallow puddles of the previous days rainwater and sloppy mud? There does exist a swamp so foul, in which puddles you may remember, are quadrupled in size. The contents of said pool, is of waters thick and tinged with greens of… Continue reading Bleeding Tree
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?