by Anonymous | 15th Mar 2019 | Identity
Sometimes I think my emotions run through my veins where everyone else’s run through their arteries. I don’t mean mine are limping back to the heart, oxygen delivered, pressure reduced; I mean that mine are there, visible just under the surface of the skin, not buried...
by Anonymous | 1st Mar 2019 | Identity
I am a sponge. Some people are rocks. But I am a sponge. You can confide in rocks and whatever they do with you at the time of the confidence, it will slide off them soon after and they will carry on with their sturdy, often plodding ways. They are rocks because they...
