Dear Diary, She left me. She left ME. My love Gillian has gone. I do not understand. She explained but it all sounded like another
He held her hand and listened as she told her story. “I…can’t…if I die…my body…I’ll be…put…in a freezer…nobody will get….me” She’d come from across the
indelible spirit I used those words today to describe an amazing friend who despite all odds, all, well everything shitty that can be put in front
Despite the unusual heat it still feels like fall. The cool mornings and placement of the sun triggers that fall feeling I love so much.
He told me that he loved The warm breeze on his face The smell of pine trees And water on granite The sounds of nothing
“I don’t care what they do but they start to mess with the food supply it pisses me off.” I listened as my friend Howard