And how they changed my outlook towards life.
The Power of Someone Else’s False Memory
A sonnet
Purple and yellow flowers make me think of you.
“The way we end something shapes…
Time has finally come Eclipse or notI bless the pain it causedMy guilt, your faultIt doesn’t matter My hurt, the shadow hovering Over…
Do we get penalized?
You ask me why I’m afraid of the world and I’m paralyzed because I don’t know…
What is the distancefrom budto blossomWhat does it taketo get to that place?