“It’s my life. I will do whatever I feel like.” This is one of those sentences which has created a selfish bubble around the people. Yes its your life, yes you have the power to make the decisions, but don’t use it as an excuse to run away from the apology you have to make…
Prose poetry about a flower and the desires to find and keep it.
Winter hits, thoughts freeze; Spring never came back to me. The biggest fear of a writer. The biggest fear of a person who gets numb because of some incident. The biggest fear of turning something cold, where once flowers bloomed. To all my fellow writers, Hope your thoughts keep blooming and your winter soon passes….
What doesn’t have a superlative degree?