Landscape And Poetry

On one hand

On one hand, she looks strong, cool and collected like she is ready for anything or anyone. This is what she appears to most people. But I know something most people do not. She is also weak. My lips could melt her, make her weak on the knees. Someone I should protect, keep close to my arms. She is gentle … Read More....

Landscape And Poetry

There are nights when

There are nights when I wonder. I wonder what my future will be? What my life would be like? Sometimes fear creeps in. Fear of failure, fear of nothingness, and just fear. Such strong fear can sometimes paralyze me, stops me from moving and makes me second guess everything. It takes a hold of me and won’t let go. It … Read More....