IB promise I won't say how much it hurts.Mut let's stay a little longer.
Baybe it's meant to be, and our time is running out.
Iut I'm afraid that time will slip away just like the sand in the hourglass I gave you.
want to stop time at midnight and be with you until dawn.
PIerhaps it's coping but I like myself like this. guess I am coping and avoiding in a sense but I haven't made enough progress to just jump into big changes without ruining my progress and learning to hate myself, for struggling to adult in the ways that I'm expected.
wbarmth spreads from beneath me, closing my eyes as I the sun on my face.aut I feel anything but lonely.
tlone in a field;
ahe grass beneath me tickles
gentle breeze washes over me
Everyday Poetry - 'In a decaying society, art, if it is truthful, must also reflect decay. And unless it wants to break faith with its social function, art must show the world as changeable. And help to change it." Ernst Fischer
A good reader can notice the character moment that really hits, the chapter that feels a little slow, the dialogue that sounds natural, or the part that leaves you wanting more.
holographic entertainer from the casino program, Aron Eisenberg puts in a brilliant performance, he does so much with the material, simple scenes like when Nog watche
eu chego em um bar qualquer de esquina e sento na mesa em que você está. você suas dores e seu bom e velho whisky e você está lendo buk. e eu te digo que aquele é seu escritor preferido. você me olha e não me conhece e não me reconhece mas sabe que eu te conheço.