July 2015

Who am I is the question I ask myself As I walk down the streets of the world. The answer is unknown to me As my personality changes day to day. All appearances deceive, they tell me Yet mine seems not to Perhaps it’s because mine changes with each person I meet. You...

One moment, we are a race who sees beauty in everything The next, we have devolved into a race that sees beauty only in the vanity of appearance One moment, we speak philosophically The next, we mock our own wise words One moment, we weep over the empty voids...