There is no point to my writing. None. It only is. I stopped looking for a point to it a long time ago. I don’t do it for a reaction. Genuine or otherwise.
Thanks Tremaine L. Loadholt ! I appreciate your opinion and support.
The category? Confessions. . ;)
I have emailed the editors to see what they categorize as published. Fingers crossed though.
Otherwise I might just start a new piece- if I have to take that route am I able…
“When I was small, and Christmas trees were tallDo do do do do do do do doDon’t ask me why, but time has…
My brother, Andy, is home for my winter break. He’s ordinarily across the country…
To the one who made me run, I love you
Life is not easy. We do things that we don’t to or things that we want to. The choice of doing which one is not a choice we have. But as we are humans, we are like why not? We can choose whatever we want. However, we tend to forget the most crucial decision of our lives are mostly not our choices like death and…
