for my parents
Cresting, crashing, foaming,
Crushing hard stone into sand,
Its energy dissipating, ebbing,
Until it is a gentle sweep
Reaching a pair of sunken footprints
But no further
The energy sinks slowly back to its source
Joining the last of its force to the next surge.
For you see, it never really dies —
The cycle of life rolls on.
Thoughts, Words, Expression, Articles.
action-adventure historical fiction
Canadian. Gen Y. Opinionated.
Give me a sentence. I'll write you a story.
The writer gives life to a story, the reader keeps it alive.
Musings of a writer, teacher, and student of this remarkable universe.
WRITER
Jesus, the only security in life
Poetry. Lyrics. Emotions.
It's time to get hella serious about writing!
Asla İdeallerinden Vazgeçme Asla! Never Give Up Your İdeals Never!
Writer, Editor, Bridget Jones Enthusiast
Beauty & Creativity
Has a Mom from Indonesia (Taiwanese Aboriginal Descent), a Dad from America, and a Heart from Writing
