Let’s sing, she said to me
A melody to set us free
A tune in perfect harmony
But it’s a duet that never happened.
So I wrote my own song
With nobody to sing along
And of course, it felt so wrong
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