I told you I already moved on.
You held her hand.
You were happy.
I smiled, I died inside.
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Cold feet, its a significant part of the religion called ‘love’ comes in a off stage ‘totall committment’. We get a bit scared. Knowing what we have or had, not really knowing where we go Read more…
What form will my words take when body turns to ash – will they melt into the ocean, tiny droplets of consciousness expanding, or wash ashore like driftwood, their essence stripped and bare?
One of my first adventures in Galveston, but definitely not one of my favorites, involved a roller coaster called the Mountain Speedway. It was located behind the Buccaneer Hotel on Seawall Blvd. We had gone Read more…