Purity

“I would estimate that I actively participate in only about 30% of the things I write. The rest of the time I just step aside and become a non-participating observer, a spectator standing in the crowd, wondering what comes next. It can be both exhilarating and frightening at the same time” – W.F. Rhoads (interview)

she has a genuinely gentle soul, fresh and clean,

innocent and angelic, a rare find in a world of trash-talking,

self-promoting, self-righteous, hypocrisy;

like an ancient dream, it haunts you,

waking you up in the middle of the night,

transcending gender or flesh,

thinking of the purity, tasting the sweetness,

wondering about the authenticity,

like a moth drawn to the flickering flame,

unable to turn away, fluttering closer and closer,

basking in the residual glow.

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