There's nothing I could think of, that could be worse than being employed. I couldn't get up at a certain time in the morning, waiting for the bus to start my shift.
By Summer Clarke6 years ago in Psyche
I feel like this article is long overdue. I've been meaning to write this for some time, but now, I feel the time is right.
By Summer Clarke6 years ago in Humans
I dreamed of you last night. You were there, with the blonde cut from your hair, Surrounded by peace in a garden, with the sun's dim light.
By Summer Clarke6 years ago in Poets
It isn't easy to breathe, to know that part of your soul leaves, not knowing where it will lead, to hold together, ill I'll bleed.
I was thinking that maybe you didn't actually understand the way I felt. I liked you more than you could have possibly known.