the ugly writers

In times of confusion, there’s a feather

The truth is, I lost the feather that I left behind and I can’t seem to forget about it. I know I should fly but why can’t I move, and I can’t stop thinking about it. It is long gone and I’m already gone so why do I still harp on it. Oh, maybe it’s because I can’t stop the course of actions that follow from it.

Winter’s Footprint

Time burrows with horrors laying dormant behind icy mirrors. Loneliness echoes from regret's bellows. rustling memories’ leaves tumbling like dominoes.
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Head before Heart

Sometimes, the hardest part of being a parent is reminding kids that we love them but we don’t like what we see. Sometimes, our disappointment in them can be depressing. Like young adults, parents can go into depression from being misunderstood and mistook as for granted.
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Fleeting Romance

The sight of him made my heart skipped a beat. His confidence level made me turn into a damsel in distress. As he playfully grabbed my arms in the middle of the shop, I can't help but think, "I can almost love him."
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Love Actually

Love is said to be boundless like time and space that is neither understood by gods and people in stories They say it is through the heart that beats roughly a hundred thousand a day that set ablaze to those…