We have to steer our own vessels where we desire.
He cried, he told me. Not for himself but for them, the ones who would never walk back into their mother’s arms, hold their children; but instead would die in this cold night and these barren fields.
tale of four teenagers...surviving what? well click on the story to know and if you want more like! also today was very short but next time it will be LONGER trust me...
Sometimes the society does us so wrong, that we feel like we're choking.
(Trying to write for the daily prompt at midnight)
Have you ever seen something so beautiful but were alone, unable to share
Somebody else's fears is not worth your freedom . You're worth more, don't sell yourself short to placate them.
We have to steer our own vessels where we desire.
He cried, he told me. Not for himself but for them, the ones who would never walk back into their mother’s arms, hold their children; but instead would die in this cold night and these barren fields.
tale of four teenagers...surviving what? well click on the story to know and if you want more like! also today was very short but next time it will be LONGER trust me...
Sometimes the society does us so wrong, that we feel like we're choking.
(Trying to write for the daily prompt at midnight)
Have you ever seen something so beautiful but were alone, unable to share
Somebody else's fears is not worth your freedom . You're worth more, don't sell yourself short to placate them.