Writing

She woke up at the pink of morning when the clouds look like cotton candy mixed with marmalade. The woman quietly got out of bed, careful not to..

A youthful madness and its explainations, perhaps. Reasons confounded. A Ghost Story.

I cannot see the future anymore, I am only here right now. Tomorrow is only a day away, Yesterday has already taken a bow. What tomo..

I asked the Angels to watch over you, In every step that you tread. That they may lift up your chin, When you are down and hang your ..

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