The hour comes for two souls to part. Loved one, kin or best friends.

Ponderings on an inhuman ruler, and the havoc that is reaped.

Inner Conflict.

Deprived
adjective
poor, disadvantaged, needy, in need, lacking, bereft, destitute,

This is a poem I wrote in meditation during thoughts of life and the manifestation of pervasion that exists in the world around me.

New story I made up, not sure how to finish it though, thought I’d put it up here, and see what you think.

Taking requests for stories/articles.

If you like it, do tell me, drop a comment, etc.

Thank you, enjoy.

Today, I created a world for you.

Topped by white nightmares…

Sugar has always been kind to me.

You knew so much more than we did.