You ought to spend a little more time trying to make something of yourself and a...– The Breakfast Club
The Annoying sound of silence– Anonymous
My thought is lost, as they go into the fall and winter frost. My frozen dreams never taste the warming sun. My ideas never fall onto my paper, and are never filtered through my ink pen. My one way train finds itself clinging to the tracks, moving backwards in time to try, and find the summer warmth, but the train runs on coal, and almost nothing is never ending. A cold heart will never outreach...
I'M LIKE BACK!
Hey, you guys just a couple of things (including suggestions.) 1. POST, alright? I’m feeling kinda lonely talking to myself (appreciation to CapturedBySam though!) 2. Are you guys reading this stuff? because it would be nice to know sometimes to that you are. 3. starting soon i am going to start picture prompts to write about (example: empty prison cell, daisies in the middle of winter,...