“Hey! It’s not what you think it is.” He shouted frightenedly. Getting cornered…
I will miss lying in the bed after a long day of work.
“At first my anguish was extreme, but now I am quieter. What awaits me I know not.” — Dostoyevsky
Perfect provides every wisdom Thinks in unity of its own, all — along, it willNot take you
I can’t step past the slight of you embraced along the standingajar of the door. It froze when I looked to see no…
Poetry prose
The sun of our fathers’ sets expansively in blood red from the hundreds of fires, thousand…