Thank you all. Spartans! What is your Profession?
Some things are better left unsaid The stories should be buried The experience erased but ... It’s easier said than done How do you bury the monsters beneath your bed? How do you erase the blood stained carpet? It’s like a scar, it can be stitched up It can be forgotten But it cannot … Continue reading The Labyrinth of Choices and Reality
How do I explain the answer to the most difficult question in my life? Think of the most shy person you know. Got it? Now magnify their shyness by a thousand. That was me. I was so shy that I could barely speak and the worst part is that I had a lot to say. … Continue reading The Cure for Shyness
Time after Time, Ride upon ride, Someway, Somehow, Love keeps running away from me. It's been a long day. I missed my train twice, I was late to work, and oh yeah, I saw my ex. Christina Yates, The one that got away. She loved listening to my stories. I loved her so much that whenever … Continue reading The One that got away
Beginning an adventure is not so simple Like learning to ride a bicycle, There comes the fears, There comes the doubts, There comes the challenges, There comes the sacrifices, There comes the pain But in the end There comes the fun, There comes the pride, There comes the certainty, There comes the thrill, There comes … Continue reading Beauty beyond the Winter
Waysome: Happy Halloween (Part 1) Waysome: Hello Hannah (Part 2) Pennywise, Pound-foolish. Halloween has come and gone. It’s time for this tale to end. Here’s what we know so far, I met a girl, Hannah, at a bar, we started playing a game and she was winning (7-6). So, It was my turn again. I swiftly … Continue reading Waysome 3: Trick or Treat?
I stare into his eyes, while smiling on the outside and thinking two things within, “I love him. He loves me not.” Imagine you walk into a room for the first time and you immediately notice a guy. To you, he looks good, he dressed well, he checked all the boxes in your imaginary list. … Continue reading He Loves me, He loves me not