Dear --------,
Dear --------, I'm hurt by so many things right now.
I'm an aspiring filmmaker and writer. I love to create worlds. I want to inspire others.
Dear --------, I'm hurt by so many things right now.
Wake up. There's the door. Is there a ring to it. Someone could be there. But I don't think so. I don't think there is anyone there. But you go there anyway. You open it.
He held his right thumb out, blunt and naked and bare onto the incoming traffic. The trees around him saw it. The towering mountains surrounding him glared down.
Wake up. What is it that you hear. Is it the cricket in the dirt behind the shed. It's chattering cries in the night echo within your mind.
Moon The man wakes and looks out the lunar module window. He is on the Moon. He sees the earth beaming back at him, silent and subtle as it hangs in the midst of a sea of darkness.
Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night?.
It builds and builds and builds and builds and builds. And before I know it, the moments over, and I all I have is the image of you...replaying over and over until the next time..
She speaks the word to make me grin Can I please have her. We grab a hold to brace the end This is where I am speaking of..
Rain. Down from the heavens it crashes, like soldiers parachuting from a plane.
There was once a young peasant man who fished every day from high noon to dusk by an old rusty lighthouse.
The Peace of Mind The small, quiet hush of the wind blew roughly against the tall redwoods. The sound was quite elegant to the ears; yet chilling to the core of the human body.
As the elevator rose upward, the wind blew with adequate force. The young boy and his father within stood quietly, listening to the annoying musick that played on the intercom.