She sits with her icy palms placed under her armpits.
Sniffling breathing in the cold winters air
The snowflakes desperately swirl around her
She doesn’t even care. 133 more words
As someone who has been here, there and everywhere – both physically and emotionally- to stumble across peace is somewhat frightening. My constant searching (and desire) for ‘more’ or ‘something’ has kept this inner peace at bay for many years even though I thought I possessed it. 1,043 more words
Like the first costume and makeup class, todays was an information over load.. In the best way possible.. :)
So we stared off with a lecture on Maslow’s second triangle of transcendence, pretty much saying that after death, the only part of you that stays is what you leave with people.. 171 more words