Nothing travels faster than bad news.

Things can hit you hard once they begin to dawn.

Poem about childhood memories.

Banned.

Occupying.

I’m just wondering what I did to deserve it.

I love you.

Inspiration.

It’s not always that simple, u just can’t look back and say when this decline started. I love playing with emotions and ideas to get out the real bigots in people. Even in the worst of times, I’m still better than so many. This post initially hand a deep and profound meaning to it initially but I’m going to resort to a very superficial issue as usual.

A silly little poem about how everything on this earth has a life,maybe even a puddle and that sometimes in life there are bullies.