Our humanity is what we all are made of, it is part of our every atom, the building blocks of human existence, these poems explore the depths of our humanity as individuals, every sensation, grief ,pain,curiosity,opportunity, the stepping stones in our lives. The idea of time also pays a big part in our civilisation, but is the concept of time really what we have always assumed it to be?
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The world is a cycle ...
Zoey thought she had finally found it she was away from all her worries but boy was she wrong, you can only run so far until the past catches up with you. In zoey case the past isn't going to