Your cancer is my common cold.
Mortality
We cannot slow it down, the swift river flow, that passes through this town, like time. Its focus remains forward, no matter the weight of distractions we constantly toss into it. Sad that my years too flow through me, indifferently.
The Swap Offers a Fun New Look at the Freaky Friday Troupe
Book Review: The Swap The Swapby Megan Shull2014.Genre: Young Adult, Middle Grade, ContemporaryAge Range: 10-14 years oldThis article contains affiliate links. If you purchase using the links, I get a small commission at no extra cost to you! Summary: “YOU BE ME... AND I'LL BE YOU.” ELLIE spent the summer before seventh grade getting dropped... Continue Reading →
Looking Back
He was never that guy that made my nerves implode His eyes were like oceans that hold endless horizons. He was a sunny day, and I once soaked in his rays A safe and warm home that I once called my own. He never made me lose any sleep. He never made my appetite weak.... Continue Reading →
Klorrie Note #18
Life. Many webs of tragedy intertwined.
Klorrie Note #16
Timing is rarely anyone's best friend.
I Hope the Right Person Found This Poetry Book
Book Review: I Wrote This for You I Wrote This for Youby pleasefindthis (Iain Thomas)2016.Genre: Poetry, PhotographyThis article contains affiliate links. If you purchase using the links, I get a small commission at no extra cost to you! Summary: Started 2007, I Wrote This For You is an acclaimed exploration of hauntingly beautiful words, photography and... Continue Reading →
Time and Glass
It seems that time takes every second of our lives and encases it in a coat of glass. We can still see it, but we can no longer touch it. Once the glass shatters, that memory is forgotten and ceases to exist. It all seems so unreal to look back on memories. To think that... Continue Reading →
token friend
textbooks tell me humans are social creatures. humans need interaction to thrive. humans need to love and feel loved. anti-social. introvert. shy. weird. awkward. negative. crazy. those are my names. the names on my collar. the names i respond to. friends. people who care. only... they don't. they are friends so long as i remember... Continue Reading →
What Matters
This world is so lonely, few friends to relate. Small talk is all they give. How is that any way to live? My landlord doesn’t understand why the rent is late. He calls… and calls.. and calls.. and calls, Just to belittle and berate. Given crumbs to work like a robot and still,... Continue Reading →
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