kirstenhart
They say that every story tells a picture, or is it the other way round? In my head, it looks different. Remember the rain and the puddles and the silver car that didn't stop? We’d been counting cars to pass the time. She was red and he was…
I'm a hunter. My ancestors were hunters. Your ancestors were hunters. It's in our nature to kill. But you say it's wrong. I'm wrong. So you lock me up in this prison with nothing but dried food and water and laugh at my frustration. You wo…
Dear Washing Machine, I know that I sometimes overload you with work; that you carry two huge concrete weights on your shoulders; and that your life is mostly empty. But you don't have to air my dirty laundry in public. Just try to loose…