#147 – On my twenty fifth

I sit at my desk upon my birthday, It feels like every other day Which I have lived And has passed away. It is now a quarter of a century: Two decades done and half Since my first breath; I wonder how many breaths do I have left. But, when I think about stuff like this It … Continue reading #147 – On my twenty fifth

#144 – Meant

Love embittered into the sourest of souls. Bitter like rotten flesh. Freshness, nor affection can console. Endlessly putting the world through the 'final' test. Love; said to be the saving grace. Yet we all indulge, and love our hateful mass. So take the wafer with a smile on your face, Because we all know it's a … Continue reading #144 – Meant