“The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody’s fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind.” - 167 more words
Tonight I lay in bed unable to sleep because I have so many things going through my mind, each thought trailing into the next.
My thoughts are speeding past so fast, that I can’t catch one. 212 more words
Isn’t always fun to listen to a story rather be one. We all and offcourse inclusive of me, like to listen to a tale, a happening or an incident related to someone’s crisis, disasters, pleasures in a very entertaining manner. 249 more words