I am a glass child, living on a glass earth.
Reading my glass books by the glass fire hearth,
Underneath the glass moon that shines it's glass reflection on the glass lake.
But when I strike it's glass surface the glass will break.
YOU ARE READING
Short Stories
RandomThis is just a bunch of ideas I had. Just things I had in mind. Stories I think of. Original poems. Anything I want to publish that doesn't fit anywhere else.
