One day, Morgana decides to pick up a pen and write a series of letters addressed to those she loves and hates. In these letters, she reveals her deepest fears and darkest secrets, in these letters she tells of the only boy she's ever loved and in these letters she realises that nothing is ever as it seems, and after...
A random collection of poetry that centres mostly on spontaneous bouts of depression but does not focus specifically on it. ******** and so i woke up one morning and the sun did not blind me and i learnt not to be afraid of the dark
"Who are you?" the supervillain asks. His breathless voice is surprisingly soft. I slam my hands on either side of him, leaning in so close my nose touches his mask. I'm the taller one. "It's 'Please Don't Kick My Sorry Butt,' but you can call me 'Too late, I Already Did.' " And I have to admit, that one I'm a littl...
Each oneshot is based on a personal experience. My thoughts and feelings. Enjoy!
- The refusal to admit the truth or reality of something (such as a statement or charge).
This is for all those forgotten thoughts And all those missing dreams Every single unheard wish In faded memories To ideas lost in the space of time And those words drowning in the endless seas You'll always be there echoing The songs of the galaxies.
