II know the answer. People don’t care.O am left wondering if people really care, or if they only do out of necessity, to do their part.
ccasionally she looks my way, makes sure I’m still alive. But she never picks me up. Never comforts me.
I started a new free Self-Pub Fest feature called Wednesday WIPs helping authors with their works-in-progress while getting feedback on mine in return. And not just on a Wednesday!
Harvest season is upon us Approaching And there! In the tall grass Weaving its way through Uninvited A snake And you Unknowingly Barefoot Dance around its open mouth If only I could shout From my tent on the mountain For on this high ground I am painfully far from you I can only
Whilst seated on the couch, Kirsh skimmed through his staff's reports for the day, meanwhile you decided to unwind with a book. Well, 'unwind' in a sense; your book being one that was given to you by Arthur on micro-organisms.
Those who didn't go twice a week, weren't shunned, but their faith was questioned. An excuse for people to feel better about themselves in the hierarchy. Majority of the town did attend both days. Jack was different on Wednesdays.