She ate alone. He ate alone and wept.
Genre: Tragedy
She flew on the wings of unattainable dreams.
She flew on the wings of unattainable dreams.
The monkey smiled as it cut my lifeline.
“I kind of wish that I loved her.”
She fell in love with his imagined brilliance.
For a lifetime, he believed his own inadequacy.
“Someone somewhere cares about you. It isn’t me.”
The mole fell in love with the sun.
“That celebrates oppression and abuse.” “But it’s pretty…”
He fell in love with her lovely photo…
“Tell me a story.” “You’re Mom loved you…”
“Sometimes I leave the seat up for fun.”
The fool laughed until he was proved right.