I enjoy writing, obviously. I am generally a happy person, but it seems that the times that I lean on the pen the most are when I am most unhappy. I hope you can excuse that, or enjoy it, or whatever you feel like doing with it as long as you read it. :) Thanks.
+ more bio informationA winter without snowIs a death without a funeral.The time to stop and reflectAs the white flakes cover our soulsIn peaceful silenceIs robbed.Our Painful hearts cannot be rushedTo mend from brutal blows.But the snow does not come as it should.The flakes so often just meltTo the spearing rain,Who does not leave time for forgiv... More..
There she lay in her adopted bed, covered by thin, foreign sheets and surrounded by machines that's cold humming and buzzing just bounced off the even colder gray walls. Her fingers were laced together, resting upon her swollen stomach, swollen from sickness that poured through her body. Sickness that wouldn't evaporate and c... More..
Lorna Caines
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