27/F/Texas
Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. …
Papua New Guinea
Smile on my face, I came from mother's womb, cried loud when grandmother struck me on my buttock with her palms, and grandfather just stared …
christianfurs.net
lie in the shadows of naught neutralizing bias with ambiguity the standard half of what you read believe nothing here truthfully merited wading in obscurity …
America
Simply me. Moody and all.. I have loved. I have lived life. Please feel free to comment suggestions, ideas, ways to improve my writing.. Thanks