Reflections
What’s more alive, my reflections or I? Do they reveal my inner side? Are shiny surfaces doors to parallel universes? Where everything is opposite, and I am the inverse Do my loves become my hate ... Continue Reading
poetry
The Walk
With many paths not chosen, can there really only be one We have 24 hours in a day, but less then 12 under the sun We get caught up in the day-to-day, wake ,work, eat, sleep then you’re done What ever happened to things we used to think when we were young I wanna wander the wor ... Continue Reading