The flowing words, flowing intimately inside my bloodline.

What the title says.

Your eyes reflect my soul.

Just another love poem..

Has our wrong turn doomed us? Just a thought!

Pick your fate or watch it lay.

Sink deeper in the Father’s Embrace.

A story I wrote about a person who i’ve been studying who was on the titanic, I wrote what it would be like settling in America. By the way, i’m pretending the Titanic didn’t sink.

Chomp.

Some people contemplate and try to understand everything in life, others just seem to live for the moment. Is either of these a better way to live? Or does it just seem like it to the contemplater?