Contemplations of a Tortured Existence
“That’s no way to talk about your mother,” Winston chided gently, “She loves you, you know.” Earnest sulked in the yellow glow of his desk lamp, “Oh, I know…
“That’s no way to talk about your mother,” Winston chided gently, “She loves you, you know.” Earnest sulked in the yellow glow of his desk lamp, “Oh, I know…
“Her entire existence is trying to figure out what her life is supposed to be while her heart breaks a little bit everyday over the tragedy of being alive.”
Traveling in all directions, she began to realize the filament was not leading her so much as she was leading it. This was her journey, she was in charge of…
Nose crinkled Smiles give Simple complexity; You live responsive Can’t still The constant movements No matter how little The trickle will rinse Inevitable…
I have to share my story. Not to scare, not to show what kind of tale I can spin, but because it happened to me, and people need to know. Only that way can…
I want a character of my own because whenever I think, speak, do, I ask: “Should I have thought, spoke, done?” Matt always has a witty response to everything…
Again, you say to yourself, “I exist.” Then you ask yourself “And?” You realize that realizing that you exist serves no purpose except philosophical…
Every day he faced the wall. A plain white wall. He always thought that they could have been more creative with the seating plan. It was a small idea at first…