United States I gathered up supplies and built a space rocket. Everything was fine, I was shooting for the moon; but then I crash-landed on an island somewhere. I stumbled around for the last several years, and now I've begun getting stuff together and building again. 30 followers / 5.3k words
Unhappy people Are always the ones In deep trouble. One day they might experience True Happiness, perhaps For a fleeting moment. Then, they have to decide between Letting it pass away, or Turning their lives upside down. It's safer being unhappy.
All these blogs and news sites and social networks Are like a crowded stack of loose, unordered Books and sheets of papers, I'll-balanced, towering, quivering, Ready to bury me under them any moment.