So many things
Can this life bring
The paradox
Of too many choices
Overwhelms
The psyche
All the things I can be
It’s hard when I don’t know
What it means to be me
It’s impossible to feel free
When you can’t see
Your chains
That you tie yourself too
And when you don’t know you
All your choices
Get chosen for you.
-C.H.
Why is it that we are so eager to appreciate the beauty of a: flower, or a waterfall, or the stars, or a sunset; but we are hardly ever that open to seeing the beauty in each other? Why is that, dear
“A simple request” she says, “Speak to me in poem, intrigue my mind with your words, genuine and authentic, for your words become actions, are the framework of our relationship, and have the power to
There’s a camera on top of the building Next to this one And it points Right at me I lift up my shirt And flash it my hairy nipple Then I give it the finger It moves with me Turning as I walk away fro
