It's not like the third floorhad expected her.She, with the sweet/mean taleoften confusing wrongwith insane, both being equallybrilliant as night and ..
Sometimes I still awake with the sound of the windchanging my direction like the sound of a roosterin the dark light before dawn.When destiny is takin..
I came upon a funny Octopuswhen the tide was running lowshe sat upon the Ocean flankkilling a sweater in the snow."How is this possible?" I asked my s..
I think at first I didn't suffer enoughhaving been new to love and mirrors.Odem tats, the dish is they arecharged opposites, like twotied balloons on ..
There comes a time in ones lifewhen the transient being has totake time to understand the realmand nature from which love is created.I lost touch with..