This is a short story\poem about a male who finds a female in the middle of a volatile protest. He hadn't been exposed to real world problems yet and She was lost in them. He needed Her so He could grow up and She needed him to remind her that She was young and allowed to have fun. How does one find their true identity in a world filled with idealism, hive-minded peer pressure, and political differences? Sometimes you need a stranger to make you feel a little less strange about who you are.

An offering of small tales laced with intrigue and delights. Sometimes I need an escape from topical poetry in the pursuit of more fantastical renderings. No rules, no boundaries, no truth in the lies. Yet, when you live in the lie everything inside is true. This is my side piece that I run to when I can't perform for my main works. I can be whatever the moment allows here...so can you. Let's start with a vow to not steal what isn't ours and respect the work of every author who submits their work for consumption. I solemnly swear not to be a thief. Hestin Brown.