«Loosen your flesh, and dance, dance»! She was listening to the drops on her umbrella,thinking what am I trying to be protected from?What is the worst thing that can happenif I become wet to the core?Am I made of sugar?Am I going to be melted?What’s your problem here, my dear persona?You used to think ofΣυνεχίστε να διαβάζετε «Abandoned Umbrellas».
A second chance, to appreciate the first That elf gave him a second chance,and he was about to accept the gifts.He was going to become a kid again,keeping the knowledge of his 50’s. All those years he had seenthat everything would be differentif the tools of adulthoodwere available in the early years. Reading, searching, analyzing,writing,Συνεχίστε να διαβάζετε «Spacetime Travel».
A poem about them (or every me and every you sometimes) They touch gold and turn it into coal;a Midas myth somehow reversed.Valuable people approach them,but end up leaving them as cursed. A self-destructive mania seemsto have taken over their being;love is what they’re thirsty for,but love allergy they’re manifesting. The more you take careΣυνεχίστε να διαβάζετε «Love-allergic, But Thirsty For Love».