Ghost Stories For The Wilderness Impaired. This night is full of gunshots. They only last a few seconds. The time it takes my hand. To feel your chest, inhale, exhale. I imagine your last breath. Sirens are heard, near. Of blue, red upon our bedroom wall. Here, we sleep between gunshots. I can hear your breaths. From your first until now.

JUST QUOTES, NOTES AND SIMPLE POST. STINKY PEOPLE OFFEND ME! December 21, 2012. WHAT DO I DO? DO I TELL THIS PERSON WHO IS SITTING FIVE SEATS FROM ME RIGHT NOW, 9. 53 AM TODAY, RIGHT NOW, THIS VERY MOMENT THAT THEY SMELL? WTH, THIS IS A PUBLIC SPACE, BUT JESUS, THIS MAN NEEDS TO BE SMACKED WITH A BAR OF SOAP! .

I want to lie on crisp linen sheets,. Embroidered with finest silken thread,. I want to smell the fresh clean air,. On sumptuous pillows, beneath my head,. To dream of love, sink beneath its folds,. To know all that anticipation holds,. Live in the moment, remember the day,. For all my memories, to be this way,. Tomorrow can wait, the clock can stop,. My heart will set my lifes own clock,. And life will seek to memory fade,. Yet still, in my heart, you will pervade.

Die or Kill Your Legacy.

Hello Hello On this day, exactly a year ago, I grabbed my laptop, logged in to my WordPress account and I posted my first post. I had no idea what I was going to blog about. Hey Lovelies So we are almost at the end of 2016 and this is clearly the time where we look back at the last year and reflect.