In the cold, dark streets, I wander.
While strolling towards the park, I wonder…
Should I scream out my lungs, or should I not?
Should I try to run with all I’ve got? 305 more words
Let’s try something. Just for a moment, picture your solace – the place you feel the most at peace. What does it look like?
When I think of mine, it often features a faraway place, a trail, and perhaps some gentle clouds flitting across distant snow-covered mountains. 888 more words