lieliefee
She cries to the rhythm of the raindrops battering down on her head.
Obsolete, the feelings that I carry inside me, time to move on.
I am trying to figure out what the parts of the whole are. I read somewhere that twenty is the number for the whole man as it represents 10 toes and 10 fingers.
My mind is wandering off to a faraway land. I dream of princes, sand dunes, magic carpets and of dreams coming true.
Spray from her aerosol-can ran over the forbidden wall as if she had a wand of destruction in her hand, rebelling against the world.
I have done it! I took my first step, no more resistance. The muse is back. No! it was only a dream..
He quickly swept the evidence under the bed when he realised someone was approaching his hideaway.