Why do the darkest rooms lie behind the most colorful walls? Why are the deepest secrets found behind the most cheerful visages? Why are the loneliest people found among the hugest crowds? It's all so deceptive.

Back home?

Back into the old familiar vennel,Yet the heart thumps hard within,Quick shivers conduct through,With each step, as the door nears,My dreaded soul, quick at it's heels,To run miles away, the other end,In dire straits, becoming onerous,To put myself together, to face her,Back home, here, after several years,Will she welcome me with open arms,Or doors remain... Continue Reading →

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