simply for the love of tales…
A Poem – Bound Like a badge, you clung on to your array of scars humbled by the fact that you’d been seemingly defeated, shocked that once again you’d fallen. You had prepared for this your whole life. Night and day standing bare before the mirror mesmerized by your charm and imperfections, memorizing your soul …
I cannot go, and come, and kill myself Hope – full I could be very imaginative; always stuck in my head plotting “My Perfect Life” (or at least that’s what I thought). Planning boat rides, hunting escapades, runaway relationships, coups, lunch, vacation with the kids. I’m sure you get the point. Three years ago, …
The very beginning of the wait Ever since I could remember, I always wanted a friend. No, I’m not trying to be mushy, I am going somewhere with this. My “want” of course evolved, and soon enough it wasn’t just a friend I wanted. I wanted my very own designer boyfriend. His features? via GIPHY …