Maybe, just maybe, a reader would feel a little less alone in the world.
I know. You can be fine, and then,out of nowhere,a memory blindsides you.
His, ours, theirs--blame needs a place.His, ours, theirs--pain all over the place.His, ours, theirs--forgiveness missing from this place.
Food brings people together. All over the world, people gather together and eat. In America, churches have potlucks and neighborhoods have barbecues. I like that about America. —IB My
But repaying a debtmeans giving up things.Making sacrifices.If I sacrifice my heartfor Jackson,will I be deadtoo?
Those were the days when dreams were sweet and life was sweeter still.
Looking at these pictures,I wonder,did that part of methat flourished around him,like prized perennialsunder a tender gardener's care,die along with him?
I'm no longerjust thinking warm thoughts.I'm feeling them.-Amber
I'm in a castlestanding in a tower,looking down through a windowat the beautiful garden,the sun setting in the distance. The beauty in the momentbrings tears to my eyes. Sky blue pink, the backdrop fo...
I felt heat andmy body trembled and forcesbeyond my controlpulled me to himas the music rippedthrough our bodies
He reaches over for my hand. Holds it there, on my leg. My heart skips a beat, and I gave his hand a little squeeze as I put all of my carefully selected words away.
Some mornings,it's hard to getout of bed.Sleep lures youlike a strangerwith a piece of candy.Follow me.It will be okay.I promise.You know better,but still you follow,because you really dolove candy.Wh...
Many times when I read a book, I want to savor each word, each phrase, each page, loving the prose so much, I don’t want it to end. Other times the story pulls me in, and I can hardly read fast enough...
It makes no sense. Please, help me. I need it to make sense.
In the quiet of the night, Brooklyn baby tucked in tight.Close your eyes, everything's all right.Dreams will take you to the light.Like a star, you're lovely and bright.So sleep baby girl, sleep all n...
I'm listeningto the new Killers CDwhen Goodnight, Travel Well comes on. Dark.Eerie.Sad.The room gets cold.The light on my desk flickers. He's here. He loved The Killers.I sit there, knowing he's liste...
I hate this. Will the darkness ever fade?Will I ever see light again?Is it light where you are?
I don't know if boys are intimidated by her or afraid of her or what, but I know her heart is open and ready for a special guy to walk in.
Honey, no matter where you are, I’m with you.When the breeze brushes your cheek, that’s me.When the stars sparkle and shine, that’s me.When the tulips bloom in the spring, that’s me.The little things....
His eyes are deep brown.Deep like a good conversation.Deep like a hole.Deep, of course, likethe ocean.-Amber