The River

I once journeyed upon an empty path, An tortuous road by a fleeting river, Whose relentless babbles of bygones wrath Gave no remembrance, but a raw shiver. Among the path greeted treaded roots, with Treacherous imprints under the falling Sun’s glare. The river continued to writhe And froth, sputter non-sense sick appalling. But still I … Continue reading The River


Complaining about Socrates

“I hate your father.” “It makes sense.” “I don’t know, I just feel like, there’s no way that I can possibly communicate with him.” “It’s because you guys have conflicting personalities: he needs someone to rely on and still wants to be the one in power, while the inner you actually doesn’t really give a … Continue reading Complaining about Socrates