"A short story about time, passion and stolen moments of intimacy."
There was a period when I did not care for or notice the trappings of time. The concept meant little to me as I was unaffected by its passing beyond a typical awareness of when to work and when to...
Today I truly cannot believeAbout how emotionally wrapped upCompletely consumed and drainedBut with my face buried in my handsNot able to know, where to turnBecause of the hurt, that’s deep inside.But may you ask me something Of not being sure where...
Born into a heartfelt wildernessOf hundreds squares miles to crossTo be travelled barefoot on embersHot like the midday sunshineThat beats down on my backWhile I work up a sweetTo find my one true love Upon the travels that I seek.A treasure...
