Feral

What was I thinking.

I knew it was risky.

I knew it would provoke something.

I wasn't thinking.

I was just lurking, I couldn't help it.

I was stalking him in the shadows of the car.

I was addicted on the sight of him.

Then he saw me.

Horoscope Ink

The sun,
the moon,
and the star
have all converged.

They tell
of a myth long etched
in the veins on his left arm.

They tell
of a glance
that carried more than a fascination.

They tell
of a deeper reality
born out of the gift of an empty heart.

from Tattoo

17. Anatomy of Change

Entropy is Change from cartoonstock

"Change is inevitable and those who ride its tides defy irrelevance."
                                                                              --- from the Runaway Manual

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