An old soul trying to understand the human experience through writing.
He sat there with his lonesome self. Although he still had a glimmer of hope inside, he remembered he sat with his two best friends — Stella on his right; Mary on his left. It was the subtle manipulation of how he categorized and defined things that kept the flicker of hope alive. And it was this faint light at the edge of tomorrow that kept him trudging on.
By SocrateZ3 years ago in Humans