I live on the streets of London Among the lost in the hazy fog. My soul cries that I be done, That I hold my hands along. The statues that line my thoughts-

Choice is what differentiates individuals. The terrible, unpredictable plagues that affect us May cause varied circumstances- But the choice in the moment- 

Tomorrow is inevitable- Unless, by some freak of nature, the world Were to instantaneously combust. We continue forward in hope that tomorrow

I dedicate these anthologies to what my past has shown me, what my present is teaching me, and what my tomorrow will bring me. Over the next couple weeks I will be posting my anthologies of different poems, songs, and other lovely things.