We came out of this victorious.

A short poem about neighbor’s dogs.

Sin is about personal morals.

Two souls entangled.

To experience it just for a short while.

I view life as having its own sky, with innumerable stars spread across its vast expanse; revolving around it is Love, like the earth that revolves around the sun.

When I look up and watch the sky with clouds sailing across it, I think of yet another sky — the sky of love and hope, assailed by clouds of desperation and gloom. But now and then, those clouds scatter and pass and once again, I see a clear sky, with the sun shining gloriously, and I know that there are times when clouds of depair shall pass, as the sky of life becomes clear and spotless. again.

A love so vast it can not be contained. Bursting!

Thoughts of a man in turmoil about life.

The intimate gaze of a man.