A healthy dose of nonsense and fairytales in the form of poetry. The ripples in the water. Have gotten larger and larger. Becoming a full blown fire. And all I can advise. Is that you take it all in your strife. With every jab fought hiding behind a wall. You a wake up call.

A collection of poetry, photography, writing, and art. I am sitting in total darkness. I am trying not to breathe too loud. My eyes are adapting to the dark. All that stands between us is a line of doors. His fist on the first door.

8221; It was sudden, and very close, and not even a second later he felt skinny arms wrap around his waist and felt her little body suddenly press into his. He grinned and hugged her back as tight as he could, without hurting her, with one arm, the flowers still hidden behind his back. 8220;What are you doing here? 8220;What do you mean! I always pick you guys up! .