I am bad at descriptions.

Just words on a page.

As of this moment I am left alone in my house with nowhere to go and no one to see.

I will never forget the way this woman made me feel.

This is the first section of a letter I wrote to someone I really try to forget about.

I always hated the term there are plenty of fish in the sea. Maybe I am just a lousy fishermen!

I once was told my words were meaningless, that every word I wrote down was nothing but a false idea that I was a writer. To there great surprise I believed them, leaving my words to gather dust withi...

I sit beside my grandfather who was always short with words. He rocks back and forth as the storm continues to dwell. The only sound was that of the wind that carried flurries of snow. Without a word,...

A smile holds still upon my face for the first time in a long time. Yes, how weird and odd it feels upon my self. I want to scratch it away just out of habit, but this time I feel its company comforti...

Just another girl who fell for another man. It wasn't me.

The feeling in my heart is low, like on the verge of bursting yet only I can hear the beeps before the detonation. To see her, standing in the hallway was something I had prepared for. How could I not...

Another snowfall breaks the falls end, each flake hangs balanced on a branch that struggles to carry more and more as it fills, barely able to hold on much longer. Finally after a long attempt with li...

The world was pieced together by the thinnest string. Each time the needle crossed into its rough skin did it wince in pain, for as small as the hole might have been it would never seal again. The fin...