I won’t be one to get standing ovations or trophies, and I’ll never have the key to any city, but I will wait here in my superhero pose until you pay me your attention because I am doing something here, you should see me.
If you come to me I will feed you and clothe you, I will listen to you (because that’s what people seem to need the most), I will make sure you have a warm place to go when I send you on your way, and I will never ask for or expect a thing in return. … Read the rest
I’ve already lived a million lives in different bodies and places and times, and now I’m on the downhill slide, ready to try it all again.
Will I do better next time at appreciating everything offered to me, or will I once again drown under the weight of my regrets?
I’ll still cry over every mountain I haven’t climbed, every ocean I haven’t touched, and every starry sky I didn’t dance under, but at least -and only just once – I got to dance with you.
This was written in response to Maya Stein’s Tri-Writing prompt: How old do you … Read the rest
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line.
Read This : Traveling in Turkey
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line.
… Read the restFar far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line.
Read This : Traveling in Turkey
