People always question death. Does it hurt? Is there life after death? Heaven? Or Hell? God or the devil? I like to think of it a little bit differently. I respect your opinions. Just wanted to share mine with you. Maybe I can help you see things with a brighter light. Maybe this is just an ordinary fantasy story for...
Words that fill my brain, while I lie staring at a bright screen, with a red filled arrow beside your name.
she would wait and wait for him to finally come back, each midnight writing a note she knew he would never read, because she would never send them.
poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry
in which a girl writes letters to her best friend with cancer, that she won't send until all the envelopes are filled.
