What is the real breath of a man - the breathing out or the breathing in?
What is the real breath of a man - the breathing out or the breathing in?
A hot wind was blowing around my head, the strands of my hair lifting and swirling in it, like ink spilled in water.
Just what the doctor ordered, he says. A bottle of lemonade, a hard-boiled egg, and Thou.
The young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds.
When you're unhinged, things make their way out of you that should be kept inside, and other things get in that ought to be shut out. The locks lose their powers. The guards to to sleep. The passwords fail.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories