I am going through a new phase of writing. For a while my words were all haiku, then I went on to iambic pentameter, then was rhyming, and after that was free verse. I am still experimenting a bit with free verse, but this past week or so, when I am writing I find that everything is coming out as one-lines. Not sure why this change has occurred, nor do I ever know why it does, but I will go with it for now.
If love is an illness, the only cure is logic.
Glass is a powerful thing; it can magnify, make things clearer, and distort, all at the same time.
If I can't have a kiss out of desire, then kiss me out of pity and let me believe the illusion.
Fanciful thought is taking over my mind. How do I make sure it stays that way?
There is no controlling others; there is only influence, and how you allow the influence of others to affect your decision making.
I will sleep now, and hope that no one wakes me up at 2 am, again. (you know who you are)
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