When I was young, I observed,
The two kinds of everything I could be:
Everything awful and everything great.
The household patriarch smiled at me, 117 more words
Tags » Creative/writing
You find me, late on a Sunday afternoon, trying to combine a passion (writing) and a chore (cleaning / tidying the lounge).
My laptop is set up at the far end of the lounge whilst my cleaning duties require me to be at the opposite end of the room. 259 more words