WALKING THE FINE LINE BETWEEN REALITY AND FANTASY
How often do we look at each other? How often do we truly see what we are worth? A picture is worth a thousand words. What is a real live image worth? Who gives us the power to judge each other? If you commit a crime, does it make you a criminal? If you use
I appreciated Doc’s Tavern location conveniently outside of town because making another trip to the city would’ve driven my irritation to an uncontrollable high. I walked in to exactly what I had imagined, a drunk and irate Luis. This wouldn’t be his first trip down this route, but it would be his first shameful appearance.
My arrival in Soriamora was forty-five minutes later because of the lovely stop and go of morning rush hour. Soriamora was a city with no limits, only to the extent of what the boys in blue couldn’t get their eyes on. I have seen worse than what Soriamora could ever throw at you, but grateful
Also known as Dark Angel and Her Prince I opened the door and I’m taken to Wake Up Buttercup Café. Shay is leaning on the railing of the balcony watching her daughter, Scarlett, play. Her mind struggled in the distance with a thought. The world clouded with haze. “Don’t lurk around me like a creep.
I am awakened by the sting of the sun’s touch as it hits my face and the cool morning breeze as it blows across my skin. The comforting sound of silence endorses that my children are still enjoying the warmth of their beds. The cold and undisturbed side, of which belongs to the man I
