For today's prompt "smoke" please enjoy!
I'm singing these harmonies in my head. No one's here to listen.
Not today, not ever....
How an animal would view our world, if they could express themselves.
It`s cold , i see the water becoming red.I`m on my back. My head is half in the river, my eyes are underwater and my mouth is out. This pain...paralyzes my entire body.... my chest is.... I cannot...
Just writing down what bittersweet nostalgia feels like to me.
It's always interesting, as you sit somewhere outside, like the park or in a caffee, to watch people who pass by. Some spark your curiosity enough, based on something about them that caught your eye, ...
Put some music on and let's drift down the river, mourning together.
wont post here again, hey why not just dump this
a piece about how I would like to see myself through the eyes of another
a diagnosis that is rare, and the similarities between a clock and I
The Headless tells a tale of the man faced with a demon and its legions. The end is never the end in the spirit.
I'm singing these harmonies in my head. No one's here to listen.
Not today, not ever....
How an animal would view our world, if they could express themselves.
It`s cold , i see the water becoming red.I`m on my back. My head is half in the river, my eyes are underwater and my mouth is out. This pain...paralyzes my entire body.... my chest is.... I cannot...
Just writing down what bittersweet nostalgia feels like to me.
It's always interesting, as you sit somewhere outside, like the park or in a caffee, to watch people who pass by. Some spark your curiosity enough, based on something about them that caught your eye, ...
Put some music on and let's drift down the river, mourning together.
wont post here again, hey why not just dump this
a piece about how I would like to see myself through the eyes of another
a diagnosis that is rare, and the similarities between a clock and I
The Headless tells a tale of the man faced with a demon and its legions. The end is never the end in the spirit.