Random thoughts that make you go "hmmmm".

One little word can mean everything.

When is a flower not a flower?

Poem.

Poem.

Junkies.

Villain.

A science fiction story by Erin Miller.

Haiku about pine trees.

I dont know whether it’s seen as a poem, or a story. Or a mix of feelings. I didn’t plan this, I just wrote it. I felt, and wrote. This is how I currently feel. After the past few days events. I wont get into detail, but I hope you enjoy it.