““I’m sorry I just couldn’t bring myself to shoot it” Nex apologised.
“It’s ok Nex” I said, trying to comfort https://t.co/HFYGMovMzi, you let it escape,” Calisto said, clearly annoyed “it was right in front of you”
TDhey surface sometimes, when things are getting hard. They dance on the sidelines, projecting their harm. I sink into the abyss, forgetting who I am.isgusting. Whore. Selfish. Unkind. These are the things that are branded in my mind.
This poem was written in a short manner of time, and while I didn't work too hard on it, I still am at awe at the concept that maybe God is not too different from the rest of us, if not more human than the rest of us.
For some reason, I just got a strange feeling that I should check on my Grandma. I opened her door and called out her name. When I looked at her, she was laying in her bed with her eyes open not moving. I immediately ran over to her, she was still breathing and I called 911.