My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Shooting stars flash like bolts of lighteningIlluminating the sky with a sense of magic. If you blink you'll miss it. Take a deep breath and make a wish. He said the best place is the cemetery. No trees to obstruct the view. A black sky with an infinite number of twinkling stars;- that just might …
It was one of those summer teenager nights lost in the abyss of "can't recall." What happened? Where am I? Who am I? And whyam I waking up on the beach wrapped in a blanket in my bathingsuit (thankful I wasn't naked)? The sun is rising. Seagulls are flying low enough for an early morning …
