Lost in a Quatrain - the state of being deep in thought, contemplative...

Words turn into people’s lives every time I open up my laptop

She gently placed her palm on my wounded shoulder and the warmth of her hand did nearly as much to soothe the ache as did the ointment. If only she would continue touching me, allow us to forge something new together from the broken pieces of our past. Her willing presence in my life would be far more healing than any balm

But still she fled, leaving me battered and bleeding among the remnants of my brother's life, each of her parting footfalls another blow to the dream I'd not deserved, but had foolishly dared to hope for.

You cannot read all the books,but you can read 'I LOST MY SOUL

She tipped her head back and laughed with gusto, the sound so full and lovely that my own amusement crashed to a halt and I could do nothing but stare. The notes of her laughter twirled through the air like butterflies alight on the breeze.

A good orator must be a good listener

Christmastime was coming. I didn’t even know what that was. I was six years old, and had never had a Christmas.

You do what you are

If you haven't read 'I LOST MY SOUL,'You haven't read any book.