Nobody at his funeral asked the number of fake-book friends he had, because every one standing there sobbing together already knew the answer. How many real friends a person truly has in life… Continue reading
At the end when you’re weary, it’s just you. When you’ve given it all away, used up every last bit and then some, its only your voice who remains. The long road home… Continue reading
She rose to see the sun but it had already slipped behind the clouds. She went to kiss them goodbye but they were already gone. She left to catch the train but it… Continue reading
