The white ball grows lighter, brighter and bigger as I stare at it
I’m a moth
And it is my flame
It glows with an ardent passion
But now I’ve stopped looking
And it has died.
Loving Life and Inspiring Others
Listless: Lacking zest or vivacity
A blog for short stories
These dreams of dread, I sprout, All souls so weak, they rout. These gnarled roots of mine, they bind, All souls of so feeble, a mind.
The thin line between bullshit and cowdung
Animals, Gift Ideas, Travel, Books, Recycling Ideas and Many, Many More
Beautiful photos of hiking and other outdoor adventures.
لا أحب الصراخ بحنجرتي, فصرخت بأصابعي وأصبحت كاتبة. لــ كوليت خوري