Beeping of car horns break my focus, as I scoot through the narrow lanes between cars, to get to work. The air is filled with despair, a hint of anguish with a whole heap of sorrow added to the mix.
By Nastassja Salt4 years ago in Journal
The weather was extra horrible today, the rain fell hard against my mums suns flowers as it bent slightly to the left as the droplets would beat its petals. " Can you get the fire wood from the basement please love"?
By Nastassja Salt4 years ago in Horror
