No one knows me like my brother.
No one ever will.
He’s the one who’s always been there.
Goodness only knows what I must’ve learned from him as a little kid — I sure don’t remember. 481 more words
It’s OK to start in the middle
When you want to start something it can be really hard because there are so many things that can go wrong. 961 more words
I dreamed about him last night.
Not him but the last him, “the one that got away.”
Since I’ve come here I’ve slept well and deeply (surprising since I share a double ‘bed’ in the back of a small van.) Because I’ve had no access to weed and barely any money to spend on drinks I’ve been recalling my dreams in vivd detail. 880 more words
Sometimes, writing a book is like…
When you’re sitting alone at an old, abandoned train station,
Where hardly any trains stop at all.
And still, you’re waiting for the day… 169 more words