SILENT SCREAMS
Rooms filled with disappointment and anguish, ripe with age they walk as if dragged, one day to the next, every dream to its death, praying without faith, hoping without hope,
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Rooms filled with disappointment and anguish, ripe with age they walk as if dragged, one day to the next, every dream to its death, praying without faith, hoping without hope,
November 5, 2009
Marge walked swiftly towards Charlie's room. Her gait bore a mixture of hesitation and desperation. Her temporarily acquired determination was wearing-off like a sedative in the middle of a hernia operation. She stomped on, thinking of the time they had the night before.
November 5, 2009
It was a poetic morning – birds chirping in a harmonious symphony, the air was infused with the scent of fresh foliage; undermined only by the intoxicating aroma of freshly brewed coffee, and to top it off an innate sense of well being, energy, and optimism possessed Shirley. It caught her completely unaware and hopelessly… [Read more…]
November 5, 2009
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