SocietyThat screen, always lurking and peeking around. That screen is the key to all social lives. Why? That keyboard, it clicks as you type...
The New BoyTime to begin my new passion. Theatre. As I enter this new world, he walks in too. Tall. Funny. Kind. Handsome. I get lost in the way he...
MotherWhy are you lost, Mother? Why does the wind flow as the ocean waves? Why don’t your eyes glisten in the moonlight? Why are you lost,...