Metronome Reality

And so my friend you now comprehend why writing is a track where the end spells lack. Like a metronome’s pendulum poetry is a medium that keeps me going down this track and coming back!
the ugly writers

DC

But even if her gaze was just as fuzzy as his She can still see How wonderful he is His face His grace His smile His dimples His mannerisms
gaps

Gaps

He wasn't that far from her, literally. But there was a wide divide between them. Cannot be crossed. Will never be crossed.