There was supposed to be one. The one. So I began to look for ones. There was one. But it was too good to be true. There was one.
By B. Anonymous6 years ago in Poets
There is just one magnet. There is Purple. There is Blue. There is Yellow. There are Lines. The sky is purple. The monsters are blue.
Someone once told me: If you don’t like the way we treat animals become a vegan. Other people do it. And I thought: I could.
Grow. Under the light of the sky. By the words that never die. By the lullabies that play inside your head. Grow. By the light of the moon.
I suppose there comes a time where you take things for granted. Perhaps become ungrateful. That is not to say things were great to start with, but they could have been worse.
By B. Anonymous6 years ago in Humans