Ying and Yang.

In my dreams of violence my punches are meant to send my enemy to the moon. But upon impact my nerves feel week and leave my opponent laughing.
In my dreams of love there’s always a woman that I feel like I’ve known forever by the way she kisses me. I’ve laid my head in her lap for refuge and when she holds me I’m invincible. But upon waking up there is no one..




Are grits even healthy


Not even a little bit