“Handmade food tastes better,” Mother insisted.
Fires from the sky lighting my way, as I walk on this path, this meandering path, this long meandering path destined…
Left, right, left; on and on; here comes them; cheer — WOOHOO!
trailing wishes unfulfilled, crashing into reality
He wanted to talk to the girl sitting by the pond. But she looked Asian so he was unsure if she would…
I would have gone with “No, you don’t; it’s mine, MINE, ALL MINE!” But that sounds…erm…yeah…
You may find me Dark, Darling, but I’m Sweet in my own way, Honey.
I’m not a night-owl. Or at least I’m not supposed to be. Because everyone keeps telling me so. Yet I’m a night-owl. Which is kinda weird because most owls I know are active only at night. But I digress. Let me start all over again.
Trudging through this roadWhich is called LifeWhen my Shadow leaves meIn the darkest timeAnd I would quietly cryQuietly, quietly…
We arrived. Doctor replied, “I’m sorry.”
I took the baitleft deliciously opento interpretationand fell I didinto that trap…