Personal Prose Pt.5

When you move back home you become the person you were when you left.  The problem is I don't like this person.  The shy and lonely girl who left 12 months ago.  I can feel the shyness growing in my throat becoming a smile rather than a response in conversation.  I've lost my bark and... Continue Reading →

Personal Prose

The Beginning. We came from a thought, an impulse, an action. We grew out of this, We grew into an amazing unique being. No one’s heart will beat like yours, No one’s eyes will see the world your way, But it will end. We will go back to that thought one day.   That is... Continue Reading →

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