Prose
The Moment Between Impulse and Control
We step onto the roof in anticipation. Just the two of us and a bottle of wine, a cool summer breeze caressing our faces. “What
We step onto the roof in anticipation. Just the two of us and a bottle of wine, a cool summer breeze caressing our faces. “What
for Maria Your favourite colour is purple and mine is blue and how’s this for romanticism but combined they resemble the shade of a pretty
Like a geek, a fancy of being blacklisted as they create the fluky of the flight as they target silos, higher heaven of eaves how
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Until you let go of what hurts you,
screaming won’t ease the pain.
The day stars new all is peaceful at sun up a fresh strong breath of tree’s The Christmas tree is filled with a thousand memories
The Walls We Build: “There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of
I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at