The woman not to cross.

Loads of things can make you cry.

The darkness inside.

Doubting is negative, it is a lack of trust and belief in a person or a thing.

Poem about a snake that passed by my patio door.

Her addictive love.

What exactly is a centipede, other than a worm with 100 legs? Or maybe it was a millipede, I don’t really know. Not a bug or a worm, but it crawls on the ground and I just as soon not let it crawl on me. In fact, I don’t really feel comfortable when they are in my vicinity; yet, is that justification to treat them as ‘low life’ just because their lives are low?