Conversation wasn't fleeting, it just wasn't...
It’s 6:48pm in the evening. I have found myself sprawled awkwardly on the couch, my head is anchored on the armrest, my back is sinking into the couch and my legs are planted on the floor. I fell onto the couch in this position out of exhaustion from lack of sleep and an attempt to dispel time by hopefully catching a quick nap before having to drive to work. Alas, sleep wasn’t willing...
Love is a great beautifier– Louisa May Alcott, excerpt from Little Women
Short and Sweet #1
Messages left under my wallet, early in the morning when I wake before the rest of the world does, is another one of those reasons why she is an amazing grrrrl. -Heart Missing
The cityscape looks dynamic and surreal, a mess of infrastructure amassed into buildings that scrape the skies easily. The shadows cast during the day collect within the canyons at street level, sweeping an odd cold even on the hottest days. Lit up each night it emanates a halo, it resembles something similar to a macrocosm of success; a value of humanities triumph over centuries of endeavors, a...