They say that freedom is a phantom illusion, like myths about the older Gods. That every thought that seems so random Is but a construct of the… Read more
Author: Lizardin Bain
Occasional writer, vocational dreamer, helpless romantic, and hypocritical cynic.
2079
It’s remarkable how nature stays on its course despite our vigorous attempts to disrupt it. The sunset as greenish as it is – is still a sunset… Read more “2079”
Ready
I’ve found that living as a cynic is easier Laugh it out before it gets too deep, and by the day the world around gets slimier It’s… Read more “Ready”
For the better
Unrequited love is an agony A worm eating the core from inside. It is a hardship. A cursed malady, No points to gain, no place to hide.… Read more “For the better”
Lines
It’s hard to talk around the lump in my throat that took a permanent residence no matter how hard I tried to cut it. It’s near to… Read more “Lines”
