I fear running out of pages
…known between these two loci of consciousness; forging an original relation to each passing moment. I’ll square up to what startles me, and return fire.
We’ve turned freedom into a precious asset — we have become its prisoners. The thing that we love is the reason why we hate others. We wave a flag to silence those who think…
Refugees run from bloody confllictOh! I wonder who The Bachelor picked!
After a moment, the inner lids slid upwards, hiding what she thought she saw there.
What care I for the lives of men? Or women? Your lives are a comet, a flash of light and gone. I endure.
…r. I have a new soft cot to sleep in and I never go hungry, but I often wake up alone in the night, afraid of the changed shape of my world.
…l, and then feral cats and stray dogs. It had become quite a chore, and her tree seemed insatiable. Times were tough, and sometimes a girl has to adapt to the times. Hence, AirBnB.
…r meet another child. Some have a special doll or toy. Some invent an invisible, magical companion. Hers was a tree. It stood outside her bedroom window and they came to know and love each other year after lonely ye…