We are all like
Untethered balloons
Floating aimlessly
On a spiked
Storm Cloud.
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Black Coffee
Poetry"Normality is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly"- Anon. In life we tenderly bloom, slowly shrivel and then die like flowers. This small collection of poetry reveals human emotion from a number of different perspectives...
Philosophical Meanderings
We are all like
Untethered balloons
Floating aimlessly
On a spiked
Storm Cloud.