Going on the same path, headed different directions

Sometimes the feel of hurt tastes so sweet and it can be tasted by the tip of the tongue as if it was just yesterday when I found all reason in you; a low point, I know, to believe that that would do but it felt safe it felt like home amid the world ofContinue reading “Going on the same path, headed different directions”

Moment of reflection

Moving on: In moments of conflict, we revert back to our roots for solace with our roots assumed to be our cultures but our true root is that we’re all animals Hanging on: An ocean of hope incense looming through time wrapped in dear memories so distant