A poem on insomnia, at request of @jameswilsonjr (wish you good health) ☺☺☺ ©
She was the loneliest star in the sky, surrounded by naught but gloom and space.
Nothing, but the truth. Always choose your words wisely.
The life of a rebel has many twists and turns. But not all of them have a glamorous end. Many...will have history to blame...
Discipline is good, but too much destroys you.
The moment I realized the worst was yet to come. The moment I realized my sickness was more than a cold. The moment I felt most alone.