Worrywart

Buried in spent silk, resting, pausing, perched the final unfurling  wealthy wings pulling, up, out,  and airborne  going for that sprea...

Hey, New Year, save something special for me. Nothing less than my European dream, if you please. Save that date for me now. Cheers.

change up the pace and start moving. get one foot in front of the other. but don't give chase to that shiny golden thing. it follows you...

a secret feeling that maybe this is just an extended spur of the moment, a prolonged amazement of something un-amazing although new, somethi...

the actual irrecoverable thing about it is, you've been taken out of the position where you can do anything about it. someone else is do...

saying something that might come out too sincere more often than not results in awkward but i want to never apologize for something that i m...