Sixteen years of winter

Memories.

For every war that raged inside, I concede... 

The man is also the monster, and he is dynamically shaped

by his love and his hate. He must experience pain, sadness,

and anger. Without this turmoil he cannot appreciate happiness

and peace... when it finds him. 

He is neither good or bad, he is a void.

There is no mercy here - you had me here awhile,

darling, it hurts to see you cry. 

Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

Stirring piece Phillip. Looks like I have another writer to add to the list of ones to keep an eye on

Ken e

[Phillip J Clayton]

Hello Ken, thank you so much.

I am not a frequent writer, but I am honoured.

- PJ