Sunset

An earnest sea reaches for the love of the comforting shore while two stubborn hills stand guard. The feisty sun is bowing down, only a mellow orange hue is left of the morning's rage. Each is fighting for a place in the deepest recesses of the by standers. Each vying to be etched in the memories of those who stand and watch. Now that's what I call picture perfect. Well!! Almost!!  You are not here. 

Cold Blood!

Have you ever felt the need to kill someone? I have! And I have killed. It was cold blooded murder. I tell you this too; that apprehension in you that stops you from taking another life, well, it is just until you draw first blood. And that's when the blood lust starts. After that you are just like a hound on  a scent.