Something I wrote after dreaming of listening to a muted chorale.

Jealousy in relationship is like salt in food, a little can enhance the savor but too much can be suffocating and life threatening.

Life starts as a child,

Who is tiny, small and mild;

Just a wee poem.

Love the Earth.

Sometimes it the things we don’t say that hurts us the most.

Do something unforgettable everyday…

I spoke once, laughed, cried, and screamed but not anymore; it seems that the more noise I make, the less anyone hears. To Be A Voice… and not what you want me to be, no longer silent; can’t you hear me screaming or am I already dead?

A very short short story.

The sentiment has gone.