I write to give you a break from reality, as we all do need one from time to time.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Sam noticed this and couldn’t break her gaze. The glass to the abandoned Cabin 17 looked like it had been vandalized.
By Angela Connell4 years ago in Fiction
They don’t tell you to grow older, unless you feel younger They don’t tell you how to live, until you’re barely living No body tells you how put it all back together,
By Angela Connell4 years ago in Poets
To my younger self, I wish you knew all that you did, were things that no one else could, so don't beat yourself up, as no one should
