Laughing my way through life. Just writing what I feel in my heart. Nothing more. Nothing less.
A writer in the early stages, hoping to improve and expand my knowledge further. But PTSD likes to get in the way! All my poems ...
Dreaming dreams with happy endings. Reading books until I fell asleep. Singing at the top of my lungs. Writing stories no one reads. Believing in ...
an honest and hopeless romantic.. sorry
I'm experimenting with myself. Sometimes I write and sometimes I am, but when I am one, I'm lying to the other.
In the clouds
I spend my nights dreaming of happy times
it seemed impossible. it was.
“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.” ― Robert Frost
it's perfectly okay, i'm afraid too.
there are no shortcuts to wellness, just the long walk through illness
I will be as I will be. All of my work is copyrighted, and sole intellectual property. Please credit if you share it. "You own ...
Mephobia; Fear of becoming so awesome that the human race can't handle it and everybody dies.
14. Different and proud. Poetry is a jumble of experience, feelings, and alphabets. Don't be scared to make phrases that don't make sense, that is ...
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