The Awakening

‘The thousand yard stare of intoxication’ – John Green, Looking for Alaska.

Tail Of An Affair

Some things in life are better rescued that slated to be homeless or euthanised!

Tails’ Of Love

Paws to the People!

Born To Phase Away

Its sealed with a breath, destined truth unspoken.

Weak within its flesh, soiled to its eternity.

Whoever thought memories could be hardened?

Whoever fought death as an opponent?

A touch to depart as sorrows banish itself in time.

We were born to die, a moment to the holy sigh

As we move forward together in our separate lines,

To each his own, the grim awaits to mark his reaper  on their slate.