From town to town weaving never no home or deceiving oneself into the blistering sun and chilling cold, icy to the bone. On horse, car, train afar newest arrivals to behold. No seeking or discovering, just running , fleeing from the internal demons that haunt every cell of the human physiology. Cursed, plagued, outcast of the society around; feel bounded broken crown shatters against the cement jungle that created this atrocity. Blissfully blind to the influence of mortals destructive parallels that are lost upon nature’s bounty that consumes all who wander too far.

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.

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