Thursday, June 21, 2012


Confused and troubled, yet
delighted all at once.
I find myself trapped on the
border of two very
different worlds.

I am enslaved by my own thoughts,
"There is now easy way,"
I tell myself.

Of course, I'm lying.

Overcome by passion
I give in
to the


Not so much as to feel
remorse, yet
enough to know what I
ought not have done.

      Some part of me wishes it never happened.
            Most of me lusts for more.


Perhaps. But no more than the likes of you.

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