I like to create a short poem, sometimes I have an over active imagination in stories, events etc and sometimes I have dreams that are stories not out there yet and personal to myself I might share with soon
Why do everyone gets a heart or a comment but I get none. Feeling so sad no one loves me. Like me or let me go away sad and cry forever more. ;-(.
Balls selected on television rolling out, my numbers starts to appear... One by one... Til the sixth ball popped. All numbers matches. I've won!!. Heart racing wondering if I should ring to claim...
Am I alive. Am I dead. How would I know I am either or neither. Therefore, I shall never know. But soul lives on, this I hope to be true..