I wonder at times, for what am I? A wandering body, or a wandering soul. – (c) Boringbug Advertisements
In the midst of time the pursuit of future thou ignored the anonymity of happiness. Yet looking beyond taken aback…
I am, what I am, for there be or not, I shall remain. (c) boringbug
She timely escaped from the clutches of life. Twenty years later, they still wonder, was it depression or the will that…
Hit after hit she shattered the mirrors. Somewhere a heart shimmered. -boringbug
There are some questions of mine, unsaid and unheard of, one fine day they too shall be asked.