With my body burning and face red. I travel miles, to meet my angel. The mortal being with stethoscope and a white coat. I tell him about my sickness. Night chill, fever, weight loss, dizziness. He listens patiently while I complain. Once I am done, I am pushed on the bed. And needles are inserted in my body. My infected blood, taken away from me. My internal organs, examined. Prescription full of medicine, given. I thank him and kiss his hand.

You can never go wrong when you write. The Life of a Ball. Welcome To My World! July 22, 2015.

Daily mistakes and thoughts of a tired 20-something. Preparing for the Spring Semester. There were, of course, some dream-like qualities to my environment, including the fact that I was in my old high school versus at my university, but the fear was still very real.

As his last drew near. Even if the world loved him no longer. We shook out the last of the sand,. As the planet turned upside down,. And built a contented castle to live in. We drank down denouement,.

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Darkness gives in to blur. We waited for the sun. For the sun inside each other. But we made it one. Let me share it! January 12, 2017. For why I am sleeping. But is it too late? Or maybe is it the fate. For all dreams and the gaps. Or maybe we can? January 8,.

Poem, Stories, Sarcasm and whatever else comes in my mind. Holding on to the pain.

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