

escapewe found a love letter, yellow and cracking from age settling in. it smelled distinctly of roses, and i imagined them being pink and perfect; we read this in silence 'meet me at the end of the world when the sun is just about toescape
settle into the ocean and the ghosts wake up. bring your dancing shoes and your wings, jupiter is brightest today.' it was not signed, so we imagined it being for us; waiting to be opened and make us feel something.


waltzsee the silhouette of ghosts waltzing to spindly branches on window panes the clock strikes midnight and they cease; climbing into their designated coffins to sleep until sunset, when they can come back out in their ancient frocks and be as happy as the days in which theywaltz
once lived.


chicagoListen to this city; it sings with car horns and speaks to me in laughter. See the tourists walking by watch the men puff cigarettes, the smoke wafts high into the sky. Talk to the people in the café and the pigeons dancing in the streets. Smell the cinnamon seeping into walnuts and the pastries baking in the bakery. Touch the buildings; feel the age in their cinders. Chicago drops its winter chill for springtime charm.chicago
Oh but you are a beautiful person and this is a beautiful life not because it is mine but because you are in it
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WritersWriters, The magicians of the real world Skillfully weaving silken webs To capture our imaginations To trap us in their intricate world To force us to broaden our minds and expand our horizonsWriters
Writers, The victims to be pitied Forced by the bounty of their thoughts To bind themselves to the land of pen and paper To pace for endless hours, thinking To torture themselves trying, trying to make the words turn to gold
Writers, The crazies that freak us out Driven by the torture of their plight To mutter inaudibly in classroom doorways To
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thank you for thee favorite.
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" La vida es un sueño camino de la muerte "
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" La vida es un sueño camino de la muerte "
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