Wading through water,
watching them sprint ahead...

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

Is it peaceful in the deep?
Where the sounds echo in my head...

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

Looking up
from under a tree...

The feeling of longing for
something that is unattainable...

The idea of being humane
is but a horse that...

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

Why do we so often
hate death...

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

Small and frail,
bare and broken...

Making the words for a lie
is easy...