Alone ones sit here and While the rain pitters, And patters, Think about what it means To feel it on their cheeks, Leaving a dampness That refreshes an Aching heart, And Hides their tears. -Clara Inspiration: I don't rightly remember. It just... Happened. View page
Hello, Internet! Welcome to my corner of the internet, in which I write things, post them, and people read them! Hopefully. I have a few shorts stories and some poetry on here, and little else. However, I assure you that it will one day be a library that is filled with stories! Metaphorically speaking of … Continue reading An announcement: I exist.