I write to stay sane.
Was she falling in love?
Luscious poison possessing her
Miss raven; and he being reminiscent of a dove
How young they were
Him mourning for her love
I was just laying there. I knew that I was dying. My body couldn’t get unstuck — I was glued with the strong adhesive of my cowardly…
Today, my dog died
An obnoxious best friend of 13 years —
and all I am left with is his leash, 13 years of memories, and his unlived years
And those years are a precious legacy from him to me.