When one is born
they are given a...

The wind rustles through
the tree leaves...

You came to me
when we were kids...

Is it ignorance that drives my fearlessness?
Or is it the overpowering need to rest...

She glows with demure beauty.
Producing waves of enticing light...

Looking up
from under a tree...

If you're in a constant
game of hide-and-seek...

I stood on a wall of trust,
a wall with cracks...

I felt it once,
love and happiness...

She laughs
at me...

As i face deaths temptation,
I cling to the solitary...

Shame is a corrosive vice
that stills the tongue...