#SixWordStories: February 13th
Happy anniversary, lover.
Happy anniversary, liar.
Happy anniversary, lover.
Happy anniversary, liar.
Memories. His,thunder through her mindjust like his footstepswhen she was asleep. Hers,splash onto his eyes,making them water.
The odd thing is that love is a lonely, lonely experience but grief is a communal one.
Ever met someone who reminds you strongly, sharply of someone else? Even when they don’t look alike, sound alike or seem to have anything in common? What about situations that seem to keep repeating over and over again? We date the same kind of person, our spouses remind us of…
Good job be damned.I don’t love it, I’m not passionate about it.I’m not passionate about anything.Bloody depressing realisation. The only trouble with having a male boss is that you can’t say “PMS” and expect any real sympathy . You can’t expect it from a female boss either, for that matter.Depressing…
Writing was my catharsis, till it became my crutch. A paper plane showed me the way out.
Vulnerability is a magic spell drawing us into its space, that strips illusions, entices us into dancing naked with shame-free selves.