We all have our vices;
Some poison potions we prefer over
Clarity;
Whether of heart or mind no difference.
For in each there lies a fine balance between temporary bliss
And destruction.
Jan24
Monthly Archives: January 2021
Jan15
Tears
And in these hours,
I cannot put feelings and thoughts into mere words;
Only tears remain.
Jan10
Internal, External
When one is ready to
Release oneself from
Internal and external
Opinion
One will find truth;
We find truth.
Jan5
Lit
I might never tell you,
But your smile,
On more than one occasion,
Has lit the way before me
So that I might take that one more step.
Hope.
Jan3
Near
In our nearness
We lost our breath and
Our balance;
We remain
Teetering on the
Brink of madness.
This heat,
This passion outshines
Even the stars.
Nameless;
Endless
We;
Breath of life burning.
Chole Into Diamonds 