Of Wooden Limbs and Lifeless Love

The day was done. After 24 hours of bustling crowds and raucous children crying for candy and teenagers seeking for a refuge from the watchful eyes of of the judgmental aged behind the caravans with flaking paint, the original inhabitant of the the carnival glided back in, as it did every night. In a matter…Read more Of Wooden Limbs and Lifeless Love

Humanity and Hope.

H The sky was red with the angst of souls that yearned for my embrace. The ground was red with the blood of innocence, and the eyes of men were red with the pain of having lost and the bloodlust of having taken lives, yet, in that summer of 1939, when I cast my gaze…Read more Humanity and Hope.