I was alone, but I wasn’t really.They were around, but they weren’t really there.Did I dream it all? I tried to make myself small.I told the world I didn’t need anything.I always made it known that I didn’t need anyone.Maybe …
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I was alone, but I wasn’t really.They were around, but they weren’t really there.Did I dream it all? I tried to make myself small.I told the world I didn’t need anything.I always made it known that I didn’t need anyone.Maybe …
I believe people are gifts in our livesNo matter how long or shortYou get to have them or hold themOr just plain know themThey all make their impressionsYou learn all your lessonsAnd your life would be lonely and boring without …
Should you be chasing rabbitsAnd an idea should come your wayDon’t be afraid to reach out and grab itFor creativity is naught but playShould you find yourself in wonderlandAnd you don’t leave right awayA hatter and a hare may take …
Gray skies stretch wide above us, soft and heavy, the kind that foretells rain but never letsit fall. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth–distant rains–and the sound of creakingleather with each shift of movement. My horse’s …
My mind wanders to the square glassand bounces off like a fly trying to escape the grey colorless landscape,rebuffed by a transparent barrier.Its efforts increasingly frantic as it fails to escape to the outside monochrome.A buzz of lights and wings.So …
The rain drummed against the rusted metal roof of the shaggy bus station. Water streameddown in thin rivulets, pooling in the cracked concrete beneath the pale, flickering lights. The aircarried the scent of damp mold and gasoline, clouding the senses. …
Politics is an integral topic relevant to most Americans’ everyday lives, whether it be local, state,or national. The country was founded on political nature and how it plays in tune with the peopleliving in America. Additionally, Americans often have a …
The sun shines, as the moon fadesOne of us pines, as the other waitsThey all say that I should leaveGo in and out I should weaveBetween traffic, in between guysDo they speak truth, or spit lies?They say the world is …