She couldn’t put words
To what love is to her.
She said,
‘It’s like they say, you know it when you feel it.’
And I thought,
‘Can anyone put words to love?’
And then I remembered that I am a writer,
And describing the indescribable
Is supposed to be my job.
Although,
Sometimes I am unsure
If I know what love really is…
And how can I describe
What I don’t know?
Then,
I once again
Remembered I am supposed to be a writer,
And I can just imagine
Or
Lie about it.
-C.H.
Pressure is building up in the head A squeeze of the soul A knot in the arteries Better do something before I am dead A reaper gaining ground My shadow on my floor Opportunity knocks at the door Bette
Chapter 6 Emerdy came from a powerful family in Oathville, a family that had a connection with the first King. She had lived her entire life without anyone ever disagreeing with her. She was—objective
What God do you see? Which one do you hear? Which God do you want to believe in? An omni-potent one? One that grants you complete free will? Or how about one that isn’t perfect? Would you want a God w
