I heard they are changing the dictionary.
When the streetlights flicker, think of every doe-eyed child that the city swallows
Welcome, weary traveler! To my humble abode. Come, come. I'll show you
You know those instances when we start off in the wide, turbulent currents of a river making its way downstream?
Grief is a lonely river, like a fisherman's song with an empty net
If they knew, your mother would have said, “It’s in your head, darling,” and your father would have screamed, “Put that head in the toilet bowl where it belongs.”
In that world, ignorance amassed like water near the roots of a cypress tree.
The place had no soul or spirit left, and it was evident in the colourless walls, the unclean glasses, the empty eyes of the server who left me a menu card.
As I turned around to reply, she was gone.
I can see well with my eyes
But in this lifetime, we'll never know what we could've become.
For hope is when I dream those dreams I dared not dream.
I used to wear my minutes as accessories and now the minutes wear me.
“Eat, My darling, or else your goulash will become cold”
“You’re 20 minutes late, there’s no way I’m letting you in,” Dr Faisal said in a cold voice with a smirk on the corner of his face. His smirk is one coated with joy and glory.
“I wonder what she’ll wear tomorrow,” he mumbled as his eyes drooped shut.
The Plainsburn Residence had sat at the edge of a huge forest for generations, acting as its steward and protector.
Does the crowd bother you?
For the lesser the days, the weaker the youth