i want to change my writing style. the quietness that lurches in the background, waiting for me to stop talking so it can pounce and fill the air and block me out, argues there's no point. though, of course there's a reason to. there's a reason to everything.
Sorry for this story, I know it's horrible and depressing, I just got inspiration.
Eloise's life has been relatively normal up until January 2016, she suffered from depression, she still does, but it wasn't half as bad after that day.
This spoken word piece is a letter speaken to the officers that are not trained to protect and serve. Too many citizens dying in custody of the ones that's suppose to protect our rights and serve justice.
It's all about a girl who often comes to a traffic post and wave bye byes to all passing by vehicle, seeing this the traffic police in their get curious and set himself in an unknown adventure in search of the truth behind the little girl mysterious behaviour
Recently I had a dubious desire to revisit this candid and zany tale from years gone by...a different time, place, and stage in life. This is based on a true experience...only the name Roy is fictional. Since my original version of this story was misplaced some time ago, the challenge was to see how well it could be reconstructed solely from memory. Not meant to be mean spirited, it may come across that way in places…
Although I was in love truly with my boyfriend, yet, unexpectedly, I fell for my boyfriend's best friend, and I hate myself, for loving Kevin Johnson, the best friend of my boyfriend, Daniel Straight. Things got out if hand, but I truly want my love, Daniel back. Will I get him back?