The PredatorThe Prey Losing Your Way In the streaks of light before the snap of the wind, the sting of the rain on naked skin,gathering clouds calling my name, adrift in my mind I’m going insane. The whisperingchatter is nowhere in sight, when shadows and dreams mix in the night. My childhoodthat evil decided toContinueContinue reading “A Childhood Should Be Free”
Life Style Reactions 