I must critique my place to share the following thoughts before I share at all. I acknowledge that my insights will not cure me of my post-modern, post-existential, posting compulsions. I am […]
The arrogance of youth catapults us into adulthood. It is our technicolour armour. We would wither without it. I cherish every moment that I knew so much about so little, and thought […]
Red as the grass that lines these walls, Green as the sky below, Blue as the sun that burns my eyes, Bright as my love for you.