The Anthill of Niagara
Was I really in a trance?
Or was my consciousness failing me?
I could not decipher the essence life without meaning. I could not fathom the reason for man's existence anymore.
Love had gone sore and trust relegated.
My eyes popping out in sheer disbelief as trusted allies back-stab themselves and sell out their discernable conscience. Genuine love has become a scarce commodity as...
Or was my consciousness failing me?
I could not decipher the essence life without meaning. I could not fathom the reason for man's existence anymore.
Love had gone sore and trust relegated.
My eyes popping out in sheer disbelief as trusted allies back-stab themselves and sell out their discernable conscience. Genuine love has become a scarce commodity as...