Mandy dropped her bag on the table. Her mother came out of the kitchen, cleaning her wet hands with a napkin. Mandy did not move, she didn't acknowledge her mother's presence, she bent and kept pulling at her shoe buckle trying to free her feet from them. "You're back early today." "There was no traffic."… Continue reading Keep on trusting!… #WQWWC
Friend become enemy Vague in the distance do I see him His turn back I see Never again to love. Never again to trust. Never again to bother with. This is us. This what we have become. And it is a surprise I do not miss you either.