(100 words) 5 May 2018 By S.R.A. Markin Although my quads burned nearly as bad as my lungs, it was the pain that lit a
(75 words) 5 May 2018 By S.R.A. Markin Why do they come back when you no longer need them? I would have given anything to
Within my mind, I have obsessed, hated, and felt depressed. I used to live a lone in a place that I thought I was happy, but where I tortured myself with thoughts and dealing with bad relationships. This poem, to me, is about moving on.
Spring is near.
Thank you for taking me on an adventure at Maligne Lake that summer, Nikola.
Thank you for the text. ❤