Life was what it was, in the early days of growing young. It was igniting like the thunder, casting its spell into a world already filled with some. You didn’t have time to stop and think, about what this is, a delicate thing. Living, laughing, crying and listening – to the twisted stories of delinquent …

I can feel death inside me, reminding me, playing with my energy of unfolding told. I feel her in the morning, at night and during the day when all seems emotionally fray. I’m not ready yet, to give up this day but as my energy dissipates, my frequency lowers over time, to remind me that …