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 [...]
