Anytime I try to think of my wishes, I am left empty.
I can’t remember the last REAL wish I made– I feel that I am incapable of wishing
Even my birthday wishes are WORTHLESS… Meaning, they aren’t even GENUINE.
Please, let me illustrate: Continue reading “Wishless Thinking- Tired and Tried.”
Littermature Creative Writing– And The Illusion of Free Will.
What is this sorcery here?
What can we ponder in ourselves in attribution to our life’s unfolding?
Is there no sense of control? Are we simply written, and re-written in the grand scheme of it? Continue reading “Fortunes of Fate & Fated Fortunes”
Littermature Original Poetry-
*On captivating opportunities, and broken dreams. In the smell of fire.*
What happens in the flame that rubs your senses WILD?
Infesting your cells through every orifice,
The flame grabs you and keeps you. Continue reading “The Smell Of Fire, A Burning Poem.”
“Bring me back to my youth”– you hope.
In youth, you grow in your belief.
And as you are, you are raised to chase the twinkle in your eyes.
To surpass all boundaries, as you are encouraged to do the impossible.
You are spoon-fed and grown –grown out of your initial wants. Continue reading “Of Broken Mirrors, Of Broken Dreams: The Unfolding Reflection. A Creative Piece On The Illusion of Aging, Passion, and Time.”