Of sleep, Poe wrote about ‘Slivers of Death';
Afraid of taking, one’s last breath.
A time will come, for us all to leave;
One more time, for our chest to heave. 156 more words
We’re cousins. Despite the distance between our lives, the love for one another that came so easily when we were children remains real. I know our lives were intertwined so long ago for many reasons; however, I think it’s most about being present in some way for one another through the connection of love. 462 more words