May 28th, 2014
Dear Future Me:
I am 13 years old. I am sitting in Mrs. Warfields’ communication arts class. Its May 28th, 10:27am. Anyway, my life is, okay. I...
Just a poem with potential for rejuvenation:
You start dying slowly – By Pablo Neruda
You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds...
Labas,mielasis,
Ko gero nustebai gaves mano laiska.ta diena,kai ji gausi,tikriausiai jau busiu ir pamirsusi ji rasius.keista delioti mintis,zinant,kad skaitysi jas prabegus desimtmeciui.rasau...
Labas, Mama,
rašau Tau, iš praeities prieš į metus. Dabar aš su Skaiste sėdim prie žydrųjų ekranų ir naudojam elektrą kaip reikiant. Tu miegi, nors girdėjau kaip vaikštinėji...
Dear Val,
I am writing to you, because there is no other way to say what is to be said. And more of a question is - is there anything to be said? We were not given a lot of time, eight months...



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