He was dark, like a fire of shadows. Such closed in words that held such a snowstorm. So many weather conditions and so many oceans. Eyes like a sky without stars. He was the one not meant to win. He was no hero. He was meant to be alone for the rest of his life….
Tag: Fire
October Path
Can you not imagine how wonderful it must be to be Autumn? To own that name and be the wonderful season that spreads the land. Spring has an organized fresh start. While summer may bring the sun and tiny white daisies. Winter brings ice and stiffness, but autumn has a certain different taste. Oh,…
Carousel Of Chaos
Like a circus that holds a claustrophobic spin of questions closed up for a day that never comes. Clowns that dance and mock their emotions with a flower of doubts, petals dropping to the floor. Trapeze of swooning emotions that rise to an unbelievable applause and take an instant drop to agony. Flashing colors in…
The Unsigned Writer 