Death can be so cold.

Listlessly the time drags on;
the heat of the sun’s inclement force
scorches the earth, sears the lawn,
with no compassion or remorse ….

A fictional poem of a couple.

There is no shame in naivity.

Waiting is always agony especially when you know not when the waiting will finally be over.

Seems more like wanking.

Know love?read here on love.

I hit the dancefloor on work today and it was fun, a totally different from the usual. But was I really out there???

A dear friend of mine gave me five unrelated words and a story of lost friends fell out of me it was a powerful experience.

Thorns are so sharp.