I touch the skin of subtlety, though sometimes it can make me bleed. Flames of passion Undefined Eats me through So unkind. What is this that makes me so? What is this pain that can only grow? I try so hard and feel the Bard of my own song if it be wrong; I eat [...]
Fruit.
So often I find myself staring at the beautiful fruit trees. Just as often I watch them shed flowery petals and soon bear fruit delicious and succulent. There seems to be this one particular tree whose fruit I cannot seem to reach. I tried once by reaching out my eager hands but it was [...]
Poems
Lord, what fools these mortals be! –Puck (Robin Goodfellow), A Midsummer Night’s Dream [Act III, scene ii, 115] I’ve decided to change my blog post format. I’m going to start out with a good quote that I find enjoyable, then I’ll have a little heads up about me (like how I’m typing now), but about [...]
