""You've gone mad!" he said. "No, I call it crazy." said I. "Change!" said society. Again and again. Crazed and mad she never spoke to either again."
The start has an end... A poem starts with a rhyme, a life starts with a plan, love starts with a family. What if something else had full control.... of a feeling. You don't know it. No one ever does. Understand? Never came close to it... The past always seems to have that touch, You... Continue Reading →