I can’t talk to my owner Ashley. She’s my best friend. She has pretty long blonde hair, pale skin, and brown eyes. But I can't talk to her -- all I can do is wag my
I walk slowly down the street watching the house numbers get smaller and smaller until I can no longer see what they say. Each house is the same beige building with a large tree growing out front,
Who else sat here? What did they talk about?
“Anton…”
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery
There were days I didn’t go out
and days I couldn’t remember.
Sometimes I sat at my desk
watching the trees outside blooming,
as if we had nothing in common.
They had the sun,
I had the sun through
and days I couldn’t remember.
Sometimes I sat at my desk
watching the trees outside blooming,
as if we had nothing in common.
They had the sun,
I had the sun through
I felt a community like no other.
We all sat on noisy wooden chairs
Set in somewhat straight lines, a pinch too close.
These were strangers older than
We all sat on noisy wooden chairs
Set in somewhat straight lines, a pinch too close.
These were strangers older than
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In my nightmare, I see my grandpa standing there. Never blinking, never smiling, never breathing.
My sister, twenty-something years old and a mother, lives here at my parent’s house with her husband and son. I believe it has been like this for maybe two years as I helped with my young
It was a usual Thursday night of making dinner for the girls, assisting with the overwhelming amount of homework, and tied in with everything else the constant bickering between the two sisters.
