Now I am taking a walk along the shore;I can see the blue sky and the sunPainting a golden haze over the water;I can smell the fresh air;It is always different when you smell along the shore;The sand is...

A single page entrycould make a novelof a thousand pageswritten in vanity.Kept out of sightfrom tenacious eyeswhich clawits delicate words.It is the gold kept lockedbutton by buttonwithin my being.There is no combination to this safe.As it is with the...

I darkly confesswithout remorse or,empathy,there is nothing like eating somethingstill squirming to stay alive.