I think I finally mustered up the courage to knock on Life's door, before I used to let it find me, waiting by the window.
I buckled myself in, in January and decided to brave the height.
If my life was a book I wish this lion would be on my cover. Since I want a similar book cover I hope I have a life that represents it.
The library is made by its readers and the writers.
This time of the year we all look back, we try and take our pitfalls with a pinch of salt, and ponder on all the wasted time
I never understood why boats have to made of paper, and that's the important question.
Hope is perhaps my defence against the future.
It's very easy to go wrong with lights.
Halloween was my excuse to get candy, for my sister it was a game of dress-up.
I remember when I used to treasure a photo and keep it between pages to keep it safe.