YNours was laughter.Not the shrieking, crying, running-through-the-hallway kind of noise that usually came with twenty kindergarteners.
Tot the bad kind.
he first thing Simon Riley noticed about you was the noise.
It is the sudden catch within the breath, A whisper rising, cheating even death of its finality, by naming grief in the turning of a single leaf. It craves no instant metric, no quick praise, But echoes in the mind for days and days.
It’s early and my drink is bigger than my motivation. But I’m here and sometimes as a writer you just have to f-king write. Let’s do this. See you on the other side of the blank page.
La gente no tiene el valor de eliminarte correctamente de su vida cuando ya no te quieren ahí. Esperan que uno con todo el dolor que trae el desinterés tomemos la decisión de alejarnos y cuando ven que uno ya está a punto de irse vuelven aparecer solo para hacer más daño con su