Step Into My World

I was raised in a strict fashion. Emotionless father, mother of passion. I was taught it’s a black and white world. Learned have I grey consumes as a hoard. It is not one way or the other. There are avenues of thought to uncover. I fell in love at the age of fourteen. It fell…

Not Born Alone

In the beginning so the story goes, was a great sin so burden arose. Wise are we now, we clothe ourselves. Aware are we, now here we do dwell. Allowed to us were minds to discover where the err slumbers; how to wake each other. So the story goes, inward we crave more. Fine tuned…