Friendship
The Art of Getting By
I pour 10 ounces of coffee into my mug with the hearts. As I do, I think about what my day will bring and what I am looking forward to. Not much, if I’m honest, besides getting off of work at the end of it. I catch myself in this thought, and I remember that sometimes You need to romanticize Your life in order to get by. Make it
By Bria Lamonica11 months ago in Poets
Where Is The Time Goes
I wish I had time to pause, to breathe, to truly live, not just exist. I wish I had time to tell the people I love how much they mean to me, before life pulls us in different directions. To sit with an old friend a little longer, to ask one more question, to laugh at one more joke, to hold on to moments that slip away too quickly.
By Astone Zulu11 months ago in Poets






