I’ve torn my heart asunder in an attempt to be free. In seclusion I wander and wonder at: me.And I grow alongside the paths I seek.
With constant recollection of a past so bleak.
And now I may always do whatever I please!
The friends I once knew are cares in the breeze.
I can build new friendships with a careless ease…
As I grow alongside the paths I seek.
Where gun shots blaze – an explosion of feathers Daffodil petals Knife wounds fester – aurora borealis rainbow colors When explosions ring – harps pluck purity elasticity Calamitous comets ingenuity
Held within modern cinema is the same fantastic idea; except the fantasy is now computerized and super human powers are CGI’ed. “We want to be the hero,” said everyone, worldwide; although there are