It’s Sunday morning and you have absolutely nothing to do today. The sun is warm, but the air is chilled, the birds sing, the kids playing, dogs barking. The life that surrounds you can’t help but feel warm. A momentary peace that makes you forget the struggles of the world.
Nothing and everything
I wondered the halls of a great mansion. The beams creaked, groaned, and sighed. Cobwebs trim the banisters of the grand curved stairs. Dust filled the air, dancing around me as I walked. My feet left an obvious trail behind me.
The serenity of the early morning
All I hear is the hum of a nearby AC unit and the trees rustling in the wind. It almost feels like fall in late August. The sun hasn’t boiled the air yet.
To bee or not to be, that is the question
What is my purpose? I buzz... I buzz... I buzz......all day long to return home to too many brothers and only a few sisters. My mom is never home and I eat what I brought myself. There's no time for fun or games, just work, eat, and sleep.
Dear, you, Yes, you, the guy that keeps revving his engine at 9:30 at night. Yes, you, the people that can't seem to throw their trash all of the way into the dumpster. Or worse try and fail without picking up the remains.
White lines, neon signs, and everything divine
Which will probably be the death of me. Hannah left me. She has slipped in between the blank figures that crowded the rooms. All I could hear was the bass of the music,
Twenty- four years of age. Such a weird time. I turn my nose up at everyone younger than me. They just don’t understand. They haven’t been there yet, they just can’t know.
Lift the shades from your eyes
How would you be able to see a force not meant to be reckoned with? A silent hurricane that will slowly leave a trail of destruction in its path.