Kenya Wright

The world

is a dangerous place to live

not because of the people

who are evil,

but because of the people

who don't

do anything about it.”

― Albert Einstein

“Fear is an illusion. The only way fear can breathe, is in our thoughts of the future.” I touched the side of my head. “We choose fear. But, it’s a product of our imagination. Not our reality.”

Sure, when the bear is in front of a man standing on a mountain, he fears the beast and jumps into action. But the problem with humanity is that the man fears the bear right before he even goes to the mountain. Thus, never climbing up. The man stays where he is. He hides, and he says to himself, I’m safe because the bear is on the mountain. But what if the bear is right behind him?”

A tattoo is not just body art.” Uncle Igor sat in front of Luka and I, holding his adapted electric shaver in his hand. On his chest was a double headed eagle, gripping a heavy cross in his talons. “A tattoo tells a story about the person wearing it. It is a tale of the soul. What do you want?”

“Did you know I would have gotten on my knees and begged?”
“No, Misha. Please.”
“You should have known.” I thrust back into her, dotting each word with my cock. “Time? Space? There is none with us.”

She needed space, but I had none to offer her.

“There’s bruises on my skin, but not on my soul.”

“Fear is a part of life.”

“What would I be without you, mysh?”

“A lion.”

“No.” He lowered, lapping at the curve of my neck. “I would be nothing. There’s no lion without the mouse.”

Over and over.

Again and again.