Outside the city lights were glowing; men and women out on the town. Inside, she was curled up in a chair and could only think about him...

by anonymous on 7:48pm, 19 Jun 2008

A screaming comes across the sky

by anonymous on 7:40pm, 12 May 2008

busy is the theme of life. When everything is a priority, nothing is a priority.

by anonymous on 10:07pm, 29 Nov 2007