Om is where the home is.



The dark sets in on my soul The clouds of morality They shroud my faith The little light left That be my conviction Flashes of realization Strike at my conscience The sound of the inevitable It draws nearer The winds of change They grow stronger The drops of temptation They fall faster The flood of…

Everyday is a war

I’ve been a sort of rebel all my life, always going against the norms, doing things according to my conscience and always getting punished for it yet rising to fight against for a self-righteous cause I haven’t thought about. Each day my mother tells me what not to say outside the house, people give me…