We sail the seas like our boats are built to withstand, the tidal energy of poseidon's hand, the body of water stretching from land to land, and yet when the seas swell and the storms rage, on the other side lies stillness and awe, these seas are rough; known to sink, the boats of many … Continue reading Sailors brave, of past and present.
Oh how I love her so; out of reach, but I don't know if it's forever. One tells themselves it's forever, so as to enable moving on, to make it easier, to let go and replant - to grow. But distance, temporal nor physical seems to separate us so. To and fro, like the waves … Continue reading Hope is a dangerous game.
You must not eat from the tree in the centre of the garden, or certainly, you will die. Will the serpent influence you? Will you succumb? You know this is surely wrong, but the urge is too strong. You succumb to this wrong, the urge, it was too strong, and now you lie naked and … Continue reading Forbidden.