#IdeaStory: Sea of Words
I’m drowning in a sea of words, she saysYou don’t want to be rescued, he observesSo she asks if they can write a story together.
I’m drowning in a sea of words, she saysYou don’t want to be rescued, he observesSo she asks if they can write a story together.
Her laughterexplodedinto a thousand piecesthat went skippingover his wonder. One stuckdeep in his heartand bled when she left.
A new social app called SECRET has me intrigued with the possibility of actual human connections again.
This is a story of one of my favorite games.
I wrote this in February when red, dancing and unexpected affections seemed all around.
I’m throwing a party, she says,and you’re not invited. Fine, he replies,Then be sure not to send me the bill.
Let us drift on an ocean of ideas and call it conversationLet’s share an AHA! moment and mistake it for compatibilityLet us feel the camaraderie of fellow voyagers and call it love I will if you will. Shall we call it a date?
Love is blind, he says and falls asleep.So cliched, she thinksBut she takes off her glassesAnd snaps them in half. #ideastory View on Path
Five of us in this photograph, she says,I wonder where the rest are.Six, he thinks,I was behind the camera. But she’s already looked away.#ideastory View on Path
Dear men,
What’s that you say? Women don’t get into the friendzone? Allow me to introduce you to…