I'll write for November- November, this is yours. The year has been good
He lay on the mat, satisfaction on his face beamed brighter than the faulty light bulb that barely illuminated the room...
Let's roll back into time when I was in primary school. Class 1 to be precise. Let's assume it's a Monday morning
We've lost the sense to cover up!
" Are you that shy? You won't even look me in the face?? "
I need a break from all the crap. I need some time to pause
Just one of these days, I know, that someway somehow, my deepest thoughts will ignite and explode from within-
I yearned for something simple, not too perfect, just close to perfect.
Every time I listen to one of those country music by the really old musicians, I miss my dad.
I woke up this morning wanting to tell a story. To no one in particular,