Pathways Stories

Gaze into the mirror, what do you see?Be honest, what gazes back at thee? Peer deep into those beautiful eyes.They tell a story not filled with lies. Every happening in your life.Every sadness, every strife. Behind them, your existence displays.Each bad, each happy, memory plays. Stare hard, choose the next path to take.The past is gone, your heart don't forsake. Choices, we all have the right to choose.No other soul can...

Quandary in definition: A state of uncertainty or perplexity. I have lived most of my life locked within a state of quandary. Trying to find out who I am, knowing the feelings I feel are real, but not knowing how to explain them to societies satisfaction. A loner within my own body, because my gender dictates how I should act and who I can, or who I can not love. Pegged by rules of religion and most of what society utters...

What is this alluring place, where red and blue meet? With a cindered path,stretching beneath our feet. Torricelli's trumpet, is seldom here to greet. Crusted tears dry upon hardened faces, naked skin reddens from scorching heat. Lambs who were led to slaughter,bleat. Life's blood escaping, as hearts and veins deplete. Miasmas permeate the mind like mace, memories revealed, are mostly anything but sweet. Gutters filled,ov...