Hey, my name is Steph and I have a passion for writing poetry and stories. Love all of your posts!
It's dark, yet a chill and spray from the sea before me lights up my eyes. It beckons me. I walk down. Past the sun loungers, away from the restaurants.
Isn't it amazing that when you are sitting in traffic with a thousand cars around you that everyone has a destination. Everyone is going somewhere, they all have somewhere to be. Just like you..
Life is a journey. Not a destination. You should not rush your journey and appreciate everything that you come by. Take all of the hills and challenges one step at a time.
Love is the moment you first lay eyes on your parents, you might not remember it but it was there.
My boy, I love him so much. We share secret kisses and I ride him every day, more or less. But he sometimes gets a bit strong so I have to take the lead and steer him in the right direction.
Isn't it awkward when you're walking your boy dog and someone asks, oh, what is HER name??.
I was at the train station yesterday when a man walked past with his dog. I love dogs but had never seen this breed. I asked my friend what it was called and she replied...
A boy was born. His shoulder had to be dislocated in the process. To get his own back he weed on the midwife. This boy was my brother. True Story.
Don't get me wrong, I love what I have, but I would give it all for some privacy. Things haven't been going great at home.
I'd hate to have a heart of gold, it would feel so heavy, I would rather have a heart of jelly..