I have tasted bitter tears lingering on your lips, saccharine sunbursts, and sensual midsummer songs. The cruel, hazardous winds of the blue tides of December chills the still air–a crisp, icy taste, stagnant and stale each time I swallow. As I kiss you adieu, I hope you know it's forever. This false admiration for you has [...]

Musings from a Skeptic

I wonder where passion originates from and why it seems to have slipped from my grasp. In the  blissfully naive days of my recent, sophomoric, misdirected youth, passion was endearingly too common, clogging my mind with images of crafted lust. I blame the media profusely; the movies that script a love that conquerors death, TV [...]