Adieu-Day Thirteen of NaPoWriMo

  I feel someone gently tugging at the end of my blanket And it stirs memories Stirs memories I tried so hard to bury. The beautiful laughter that still rings through the hallways of my head, Of a wickedly lively voice Now echoing in dead. Your warm touch, That once left my spine tingling and... Continue Reading →

String – Day Twelve of NaPoWriMo

  There’s this ace puppeteer at this restaurant in Tinseltown and he said the secret to his magic  wasn’t how he pulled the strings,  instead it was how he spotted  the connections between things  that needed to be and things  that weren’t meant so. And also that haven is among those lives  which don’t depend... Continue Reading →

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