I'm the average. The plain. The everyday. You can barely see me.
Sobbing and growing increasingly alarmed as I became increasingly aware of my actual situation, I was thankful to escape inside the small bathroom stall. Having waited several minutes in a line that seemed to never shrink, I knew I wouldn't be able to hide for as long as it would take to figure out what I was going to do next.
By R. Byer13 days ago in Humans
In the shadows cast by others' light I dwell, A silent echo, an afterthought's knell. The canvas of my dreams painted light,
By R. Byer6 months ago in Poets
A pair of rings, a duo in time's grace, In secrets held, their stories encased, One worn smooth, the other etched in line,
