I’m looking to simplify life; for, at thirty-one, I find life complex beyond need.
In my quest to simplify life, what I am really after are my goals. 908 more words
He stood upon the beach beside the seawall, bent over in the cold, gray light of dawn, laboriously digging that endless pit again.
His hairless, sinewy fingers were painfully fixed around the smooth, well-worn handle of the old wooden shovel, which felt burdensome and awkward in his grip; each scoop of the dark, wet sand straining his tired, underdeveloped shoulders. 1,122 more words
I feel anxious for the future tonight, as if I ought to be working on a story or my business; yet, it’s late Saturday night and I’ll be working tomorrow – besides, Kitty and I stopped by the dispensary earlier and we are laying in bed watching Radical Something videos (“One Soul”). 1,468 more words