If I were a shoe, I’d be part of the lucky, beaten pair he keeps for the sake of nostalgia. Forgotten mileage makes the sole appear capable to continue to pound the pavement. 30 more words
3 hours, 56 minutes ago
A Place for my thoughts
Life is like a marathon, only we don’t know when the finish line will come.
To complete a marathon, you have to pace yourself. You cannot rush through life because you will burn out completely before reaching the end. 136 more words
10 hours, 8 minutes ago
Like cockroaches coming out of the woodwork, an infestation of hatred is multiplying and invading contemporary society. I should say, it is appearing out of the darkness… 285 more words
10 hours, 19 minutes ago
As a dancer and a creative person, I tend to see things in images and movements. Here is something that has been in my mind lately. 133 more words
11 hours, 5 minutes ago
She was there.
A most important literary breakthrough of the presence of the female character.
For it implies that she has become. As if coming out of the mist. 174 more words
14 hours, 6 minutes ago
Accustomed to pain,
lies a past in dreads of destiny
Lost in subtle metaphor
resides my agony, hopes afar.
Adjourning my confined fears,
procuring the abandoned strength, 14 more words
15 hours, 23 minutes ago
Chronicles of an Orange-Haired Woman!
I ran. Not powerfully. Not trained and toned. Not even consistently. Some days I crawled or hopped, limped or rolled, made animal by the pain. 639 more words
17 hours, 54 minutes ago