It Must Be A Sign

I can’t tell you how many times I have lost stories, poems, full novels, etc. Found them sometime later, and then lost them again. Too many to count. And now that I’ve found as many as possible (YEARS worth of writings), you guessed it… I’ve lost the entire flash drive. How? I don’t know. Where?

Going Through It.

I don’t like to be a burden on others. And people will tell you all day long that it’s no problem, that you’re not bothering them; whatever, everybody gets tired of hearing about other peoples’ problems eventually. So, with that thought always in my mind, I keep just about everything I feel to myself. Lately,