Everything is a possibility.
Everything is a possibility.
My body is not your home, you can’t just leave all your…things here, and come and go as you please; They leave with you if you’re leaving – they only stay if I choose to agree. My mind is not your dumpster – You can’t fill it with all your junk and expect me to …
Just like that, it happened so swiftly I didn’t even realize until after the frenzy faded… My fingers stopped moving, and thoughts failed to make coherent sense. An eyeblink, fallen lash, the speed of gravity – An unexpected winter’s cold arrival; everything froze, maybe surprised as I was, and then there was…nothing. A sudden, stark …
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
A collective of thoughts, poetry, writing works, blurbs, and other randomosity
BUZZWEED QUIZZES
Art Studio Dumfriesshire
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