As I drive I think about the fog that creeps along the wheels of my car.
I think about the gray in the sky.
The droplets that are dusting my windshield, they aren't
There is a question that hangs in the air,
'What is the meaning of life?'
The question I like to ask is,
'Does life have a meaning?'
You may be sitting
Be it the 12-year neonates, or the youth blossom-ers, or the stodgy oldies — everyone has pictured themselves living in the Little Whinging and going to Hogwarts. Own up it or don’t, but
“Like a child, I picture opening her skull, unspooling her brain and sifting through it, trying to catch and pin down her thoughts. What are you thinking, Amy?” Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl.
It’
The French window of your room slides to the view of wooing misty mountains. The mountains have soft snow dripping from their apex to their shoulder, slowly. The amorous moon is hiding behind