Past,Present,Future,How does it all work?How do they all intertwine?The wounds interwoven with a stitch received in each phase of time.If you ask me,We're all grains of sand,Within an hour glass,Being squeezed through the middle of what lies,Between a top and bottom assimilating into what the other was when the script of our life,Is flipped in... Continue Reading →
Sands Of Love
Love… At what point are we supposed to give it away with a set of conditions attached?All I know is,After applying conditioner to a scalp rinsed of yesterday's troubles,Nothing's smoother than each strand of hair gliding along callused hands… Maybe,Certain prerequisites were required before I graduated from "higher" learning…Bottles of Remy were not the solution... Continue Reading →