line 1 text
line 2 text
line 3 text
I am a Free Person
I Love My Freedom
I am a Free Person
Haiku1
Haiku2
Haiku3
first line
second line
third line
I like the moment I open my violin case. It feels like I am bringing something awake. I like knowing that during the night the darkness gave the wood time to gently rest and that the light hitting it now is slowly awakening the molecules in its surface and allowing it to breathe.
Rain battered my umbrella and lashed me while I stood on the stoop and studied the door in the streetlight. The number—656—meant nothing, but the door—I knew the door. The house was dark. So was the street. Knocking would risk waking up someone.
test 121
“It’s in absolutely move-in condition!” the petite realtor gushed with conviction as she turned the key and ushered me into a tasteful foyer.
“Mm, I don’t know,” I frowned slightly, “I smell zombie blood.”
Feeling the transience of life
You realize
You had so little time
Hello
litte strt
little start