Once or twice, pay the price we whisper, we weave a story hard to believe. What memories we do recall, what world evolves through it all? Loving , fighting, missing, crying is it worth the chance of dying? Don’t cause the pain, don’t fight the fear, hold all those close that are dear. With soft steps through the snow, blood drops, empty tears, from the veins and to the heart, we are all the same and never apart. A soul, a dream, a human at the seams; the skin knows no roads harsher than the discrimination of the mind. Harsh, cold, isolation, out of time.
Published by N.K. Sterling
A sibling and daughter to some, a friend to others. As an artist , writer, and dreamer N.K Sterling spends days crafting new creations be it in painting or jewelry making or dabbling in many creative avenues in life from music to sewing has only made Sterling more inspired to keep trying new things. Enjoying a good book by the fire, or an adventurous outing with furry friends is always a go to for this expressive soul. Writing has been a passion since the age of twelve and the associate's degree in liberal arts has only help expand this creative mind for future endeavors while currently living in the southern USA. View more posts