FairyTales
Our love was like a fairytale . . . . . . minus the fairytale ending. Serendipity without the blessing of kismet. Picasso without the paint.
Month: June 2012
IFeel
I feel depressed when those I love leave me.
Sensory Experience
I was walking in a world of my own creation.
Fading
Fallen Raindrops scattered dreams
Cornered.
She ran. The sharp graveled road leaving splinters in her skin.
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