I am not blameless in any sense. No matter how I try to disguise it.
Born with fault, from my first breath I was found guilty.
Decency is not instinctive, but rather taught.
To have the expected innocence of a flower, Unattainable.
A virtuous nature compatible with the wisest tree.
Mountain spring purity of the noblest kind. Impractical.
Although, water is easily corrupted without reason.
The trees are blamed for a gust of raging madness.
Even the flowers are trampled, no matter how innocent.
To take things off mine
This Chest, is to get ideas off MY chest. I have so many story ideas. One little thing will burst into an entire world in that second. Sometimes I write one chapter, I just cannot resist it. Then I won't look at it for awhile, because I have bigger fish to fry. So...I figured that I would put them out for others to read, and if they are of any worth, will be nagged into completion. If it's read or not, at least they are off my chest and somewhat safe in this one.
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