You left me hanging. You left me questioning. You left me wanting. Look what you did. You tore me up, beat me down and danced around the ashes of my old-self. I still don’t get it. Did you love my attention? Or did you just want some attention? You did love being in the spotlight. … Continue reading Pain let me know
A letter to a friend about love. A few years ago, my mother gave me several items that my aunt left behind. This letter was one of them.
Just as every writer writes their story, they start with the beginning. But, where to begin? Hmmmm... I should clearly say though, this is where every hidden emotion, thought and ideas will be brought to life. No ridicule, limits, or criticisms will be taken accounted for in making such. Everyone has their story. I have … Continue reading Beginning of every story