And, other thoughts.
It isn't as easy as it looks. Now, stop looking at me like that.
A letter written for my 65 year old aunt, who makes 65 different types of rice dishes.
A little poem I wrote for my old woman.
And I’m not talking about the American sitcom starring Zoey Deschanel, where she talks all cute and wears way too many polka dot dresses.
The title doesn't give away much but it was sinfully fun to write.
An interpretation of a dream I had when I was 15. I’m 23 now and this dream refuses to leave me.
Have you ever had the same dream over and over?
What I dreamt last night has no stories yet.
