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I belong to you. You belong to him He belongs to her. Such is the straight world. Why does it need to be, ever so complicated encircled from one to another?

One day is none, the next day it's all. Why does it have to be so? Even if I split myself into a million atoms the struggle of the choice would continue to exist. Training devised by the devil with the best of intentions. Let us poor creatures

The reality has stepped in back into his life. Like a bitter tea left to brew for too long, there was a certain distaste to its taste. His dreams had once more become countless but lost all the colour. He was self-assured like never before, falsely, he knew, but accepted

Today I watched a caterpillar trapped on a thread of a spider's web fight for its life as it got pulled up and inevitably devoured. Was I to save it? Who am I to dictate whether the green tiny bug lives or the crawler eats? I am but

Scattered in front of me are the million and one pieces of a puzzle I cannot solve. With time and focus the pieces to the left become whole. They form a clear image of what is to come. I turn and start on the pieces to the right. Again, with

Around the table, an ancient ritual has commenced. Chanting names and words of the Old Gods, the crowds observed the center of attention - a young woman walking through a corridor of rejoiced smiles. The woman walked with dignity and pride, but on the inside inadvertently nervous. "Steady pace

Glorious are the days when the chance you take leads to the change for the better in other people. Stupporing down a slope an elder fell into my arms. As I grasped her she asked if I'm free for tonight. I was busy: "Why not!" We&

Hot and cold. Hot and cold. The human world is eating up its toll. Still progressively rushing forward leaving scorched-out donuts behind. Hot then cold. Hot then cold. Rickitty teeth and swelling cheek, an image so very clear. Harmony is outside the human think, black and white is the clear,

The last time the compass pointed towards the North was when he was born. Since then its direction never stayed the same for long. He'd go in search of an adventure. Sometimes in the direction, the compass had shown, other times in the opposite. Never was there more