There is a word missing in all this chaos, I have seen it, fire in the flames,stench of alcohol on its breath,it’s courage in ruins. Once it had wings,before it could fly and yet this broken winged bird,sits on the edge of the world,watching from its window sill. Poor little bird, trapped in its tower,…
The dream that whispers
It is a dream that lures you near, a dream that pricks upon your wound, bleeding you of all your passions,tainting your flesh as though it were virgin fabric. Do you succumb to this dream, twisting riveted in all its madness, do you lose yourself in all the wonder and all the imaginings of castles…
money and imagination
Money comes to those with imagination…..
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