What is normal and what's not depends a lot on who you ask. But what a pity it would be if some women did not forget normality. What a pity it would be if hair hid this photograph from me.
Beauty of a Different Kind
Tag: Poetry
When Waiting Becomes Breathing
There are times in our life when we have to wait, whether we like it or not. We may be in a line, stuck in traffic, or on a school bench, waiting for a career. We may be at work, waiting for the day to end so we can return home. We may be … Continue reading When Waiting Becomes Breathing
Hold On, Time
Time take not my hand. Run not with me so. I want to grow old one day at a time, I want to stop and pant, not speed on. I'd rather stumble on the way on the treadmill of fate than run straight from 9 to 5 toward the finish line.
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