Currently studying at college in England, the owner of this pseudonym is an aspiring medical student who can't seem to resist the world of literature...
What do you do if you really love someone but they are indifferent back. I would do anything for my girlfriend. Literally anything she asked and I would do it, or at least try hard.
The room is dark, the house is quiet, and all the madness of the day is forgotten. All are asleep... All bar one, that is. They too are silent, but they are far from slumber.
We’re standing on the high street watching the water rush down and force the lesser mortals off the streets. We have no coats, no jumpers... just our summer gear.
I remember a time where you could go down the shop with a single pound coin and come away with two pints of milk, a loaf of bread and a dozen eggs, maybe even getting some chocolate as well.
A friend of mine recently went into business disguising land mines as prayer mats. When I asked how business was, he told me prophets were going through the roof..
The child beside him rolled over and mumbled something into the darkness. He braced himself for another day, and lifted his heavy legs out from underneath the blankets.
The shrieks of delight punctuate the chaos of the room. Primary colours, primary thoughts and primary school. Simple.
Beauty is simple. That's why no one understands it..
We bake as we dance across the world, leaving great plumes of dust in our wake. Our tyres find no ruts, no holes, no stones to slow us down, and the smell of hot oil is overpowering in the stale air.
There is a battle ground. Well worn by years of fighting. The war is a civil one. Same entity, different ideas.