You work with what you are given,
the red clay of grief,
the black clay of stubbornness going on after.
Clay that tastes of care or carelessness, 167 more words
Being adamant about accepting common beliefs without retrospect and reflection, and easily appalled by bigotry, I always find myself musing about the realities and peculiarities of life, as well as the mind, thoughts and behavior of people. 254 more words
March 01, 2015 at 1:46PM
Last night, I was out for a Saturday night drinking sesh and unwinding with friends when someone brought up the topic of the time when I saw a ghost in the theatre during rehearsal which then led to us talking about the weirdest things I really do not talk about to people. 1,067 more words