I keep breathing. I keep walking. I keep wading. And I am waiting. Waiting for what I believe will be an end to my agony. Oh yeah, I fear it! For I believe I have lost enough. Will those people make everything right? Or will they accompany my devils to put me down? I don't … Continue reading My fear of losing someone.
As he lumbered through the darkness of the people, he knew they were frauds. His felicity lost to their despair and emotions folded for their theories. He pacified his thrills for their pace but had they not sophisticated a felony? He waded deeper and deeper channeling their sorrows but was still in for a betrayal. … Continue reading Had there been for the little boy?