This beautiful doppelgänger from a twisted era, arrived beneath the harvest moon. Pheromones of fond memories mingling with the taste of bad dreams; the breath of life deceiving death for a minute. Choosing to stay within the confines of infatuation; feasting on imaginations, savoring the taste of possibilities. Mortal flesh wounded, again; those scars from yesterday reopened by the blistering kisses of misrepresentation. Continue reading Paralyzed