The first poems of a writer inspired to poetry by T. S. Eliot. Dedicated to all the beautiful people living on Earth right now.... And to its Maker.

***NOT EDITED*** I was walking down the stairs hurriedly, suddenly my legs slip and I fell through the stairs. My head bumped to the metal staircase and my stomach started hurting. Soon I was lying on the floor in pain . There was blood around me . Suddenly someone came rushing towards me. He held me up in his arms and rushed outside. I wanted to say something but no words came out of my mouth. With all my strength I opened my mouth and I was just able to say 4 words ''This is your child''. There were shocked expressions on that man's face . I tried to touch his face but suddenly he vanished. I felt my head aching and my eyes flickering. I slowly opened my eyes . Oh God! My head is aching as hell and I felt my whole body paining. When I fully opened my eyes I found myself in a hospital room. Thank God!!! It was a dream. I sighed. But why did I had such a dream. I tried to remember what had happened with me and to my surprise I remembered NOTHING. From 'nothing' I mean not a single thing , not even my name , where do I live ???? NOTHING . I can't remember who I am . Oh God!!! What the hell is happening!!! Why did I had such a horrible dream . I jumbled in all these questions when suddenly my eyes landed on a man standing at some distance, which shocked me as hell . It was the same man I've seen in my dream . WHO WAS HE ???? WHO AM I ??? *RANKING* #1 in amnesia among 13.3k #1 in memory-loss among 2.98k

What started as something so simple as meeting a possible human bear in the middle of the woods, turned out to be the greatest life Winter McCaslin could have ever had. After being ripped apart from her best friend, she had no one. And now, she had the one.

There are layers to humanity , realms within ourselves which we can connect to if we dive into an absolute conscious state.