Words Burn Like Acid Dripping from a hateful tongue There is no escape (is there?)
Tag: sadness
Hands
They came to me again in a dream last night. First, my Granny was with me again several nights back. A couple days ago I dreamed of Mamaw & Papaw’s home–the best ever, in every way: 2715 Alice Avenue. I was there helping pack up things to sell after their passing. Feelings of emptiness. …
The End? No, It’s Only Just Begun…
Summer’s over? Way I see things, the adventure is beginning…Last night’s job offer in Shanghai shows me there is a wide world out there awaiting discovery. I love America. I have become a quasi-New Yorker. I am a wannabe Kentuckian. Yet, I am compelled to seek. Finding myself alone in many ways, I am impassioned…
Don't Let My Parents Read This 