In slumber's realm, we soar on ethereal wings,

Where reveries bloom and enchantment sings.

But in the realm of waking hours, stark and real,

We face the trials that life's challenges reveal.

Dreams, a sanctuary where worries dissipate,

And imagination roams, unbound by fate.

Yet reality, a crucible of strength and strife,

Where we navigate the currents of our life.

In dreams, we waltz amidst cel...

The rain poured down heavily as the taxi driver, Jake, navigated the dimly lit streets of the city. His worn-out taxi had seen better days, but it was still a reliable source of income. Little did he know that tonight's fare would take him on a journey he would never forget.

As Jake waited at a stoplight, he noticed a figure darting out from the shadows. The passenger, a young woman named Lily, ap...

I took the road less traveled by,

With every step, I wondered why.

Through winding paths and unknown lands,

I followed my heart, with open hands.

The choices I made, unconventional and bold,

Led me to stories that were yet untold.

I faced challenges and overcame fears,

And discovered strength I never knew was near.

The road less traveled, it wasn't easy,

But it shaped me into who I'm meant to be...

playfully, i feel

as he touches my thighs

and lifts off my shirt

but you dont want to

he hovers over you

you enjoy it

but

but you dont want to

you see the smile it brings

you see the love you receive

beforehand

this window, i let it open

i endure the cold, hard pain of

his wind gusts

i feel so powerful sometimes

i feel i can move things with my eyes

this window however

is not in my contro...

the coldness on top of your fingers

it bites you

as does the cold of this season

it bites me

it reaches in

and takes it

my warmth

gone

your rest is restless

and your livelihood is hiding

you wonder when this terse time will pass

its taking so long

it eases up and suddenly its gone

will it be missed

will it be sacred

is it the last easy time or the last hard time

i could never know

the future i...

walking down the hallway

passes my sight,

an empty bed

an empty chair

and a reflection on the window

of my empty eyes

living in a bears cave

without the bear

becomes forsaken

you see the mess the bear has left behind

thats what you are

you are there to be picked up

and taken

and thrown into a place that will be

forever home

no more to anticipate the scratch

no more to forsee the grumble

that...