#NaPoWriMo Day 8: You Look Like Peace (Sonnet).

It is as clear as could be.

#NaPoWriMo Day 5: A Silence.

I've been running for as long as I recall

#NaPoWriMo Day 3: One Heart (Poetic Prose).

We’re not so much alike, are we?

#NaPoWriMo Day 16: Pressed Between Pages.

Untarnished and pristine...

#NaPoWriMo Day 10: Return To Sender.

I should've known like all other times

Made With Love.

Yesterdays interwoven in new stories

Call Me Home.

One to which you’ll never return.

Buried Six Feet Under.

Writing about metaphorical death is so much fun.

Why We Fall In Love- A Philosophical Approach.

Sounds to me like somebody needs a hug.

23!!!

I am slowly making my way...

Of Stars And Fate.

What words shall ever be enough?

I Have A Theory.

Just another random thought that I wanted to put out there.

All I Offer.

Vulnerable for all eyes that see.

‘Buried’.

Why do we keep holding so much back?

All That Is Today.

Forever wide-eyed, forever lost...

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