Humanity is not dissimilar to flame, we take with no regard to nature's name.
Burning ourselves and inviting rage to consume any in our way, but for some, sadly not all, we are the fire to save others from the cold embrace, as ash is my paint and decisions are my canvas, we all cover the fate we ourselves hand us.
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Nonsense and Noise - A Collection of Poetry and Micro-fiction.
Short StoryWords unspoken, letters unsent. Odes to deep and dark December. A roller-coaster of a mad man's ramblings with nothing to his name but a pen, paper, and neon ink.
