You sit behind your wooden desk, in a room with your very own bronze nameplate on the door. Do you think that you’ve made it?
Don’t you know that I love you. I wish I could show it. I wish my voice didn’t fall flat. It’s hard for you to
The forecast said it would be warm, but it felt as if the cold was creeping through my skin. I tried putting on all my
I woke up to the rotting stale air, laid still for a moment, then pushed myself out of bed and wandered down the narrow hall