Why be wormy farm boy Luke, when you can be suave and cynical Han Solo?
I had blamed Julian for so much of my misfortune in my early life. I was wrong then and I know that now.
I'm going on hiatus from my standard writing for a little bit. Strap in for armchair psychology and introspection!
A little poem about how a big kid is amazed by how mommy cares for baby
Hollow struggles to find her purpose, bereft of her family and displaced from the world.
So I made friends with a little guy. He knows my old lady and came by to see her, but he's going to need my help to really surprise her.
A little poem from the heart, reflecting on the passing of time and the changes it brings.