Life is a kind of Mystery
Nobody know what tomorrow brings
In these chronological feelings
You can find yourself in any country
But you didn't choose to live in
You can meet many challenges
But without making changes
You become silent
This yet yields no new event
You look on the other side
And you don’t see the right corner
It seems that things get dizzy
No plan no hope no future
You ask how you can open horizon
And touch your destiny
But the way is too long
You feel the pain
And becomes hopeless
Mostly brings reckless
But think positive
Life will be lucrative
About the Creator
The Big Red's Gang
Domestic and Graphic The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I should have never removed the duct tape from the cracked rearview mirror. Piercing black eyes leered at me from a scarred windblown face every bit twenty years my senior. The remnants of a blackened bullet hole oozed congealed blood from his forehead and down his face. In shock, I gasped and swerved onto the shoulder of the desert highway.
By Scott Wade4 days ago in Fiction
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