Backbone of the Glow

I am trying to live a full life again

Though it all seems like yesterday

If memories could only be written in pencil,

My brain's wrinkles would be lesser.

As erasing would no longer be much of a pain

I am still learning how to look within

To find my gem amongst the rocks.

Seems further everytime I reach out

Feels heavier everytime I reach it.

Throwing me into a merry-go-round of déja Vus

My arms are still wrapped around consistency though.

I am starting to see things inside out

Or rather, upside down, whatever!

I will get me a rose flower tonight

To give more thought to the beauty...

...of the thorns on the stem from which she stood out.

'cause her charming petals may not really last.

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Rosy Actually Ep.4

As she approached the open front door of her apartment she wondered whether they hadn't hurt her mother. Once she got in, she noticed that everything was in place except for the broken vessel in the center of the living room which indicated that there might have been a struggle as Frank's boys made the move. Yet they were so clean. Nothing else was broken or damaged. They likely captured the old woman swiftly without a single soul noticing them. She turned around to examine the door closely. It hadn't a single scratch. Whoever made it in either had a copy of the key or found it open. But it could never have been open as far as Lucy knows her mother's cautiousness. By now, she would probably be yelling at her for returning late like she had always done since Lucy's late teens. She ran out to examine the courtyard. Whichever vehicle had done this was definitely big as its tyre tracks indicated, And it was most lik...

Rosy Actually EP.1

She climbs the stairs to her mother's room where the home printer is. Even though her mother wouldn't mind her much, she decides to tip-toe across the floor to turn the machine on. It's 2 AM in the night. Lucy is nervous and equally excited about the job she is applying for. She presses the printer's power button and witnesses it as it starts to kill her silent entrance. 'I am sorry Mom,' she says as she exhales heavily. 'It's okay sweetie. I was awake anyway. Looks like the printer betrayed you,' said her mother, humorously. 'You know this is the home printer, Lucy. You have full right to it just as I do. Even though it resides in my room' 'But I didn't want to dist -" 'Shhhh, me and your dad know how much this job means to you and we will always have your back sweetie. Now go get some sleep. You have a job to chase tomorrow. These copies will be ready by the hour you get up. Lucy wa...

L'amour avant d'amour

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