I am not one to bite my tongue.

I think it is best if you are out of my life.

When freedom fin’lly seemed to cross my path… (A Thousand Days, Part 7)

A poem.

We may not know anything singularly, there must be balance.

Written by Elana Zablocki.

You really crushed my heart.

Lies, falsehoods, and anything else you want to call it because in this life we are buried by it. Bull… or so I believe it is and how I wish I could speak of my own innocence but I’m not innocent; why is it people have to stick their noses…

A poem.

I felt our love die.