4. The Big Day I did it. I run the half marathon and it felt amazing. If someone had told me last year that I’d do something like that, I would have not believed them. I was too scared back then. And I wish I could say I was only scared of running such a … Continue reading The Diary Of An Aspiring Author
3. Ghosts Don't Exist I’m in my bedroom. I gasp for air but there’s none. The room is completely invaded by water. All my toys are floating. Including the police motorbike my uncle gave me for my birthday. And Emilio, the little robot Santa brought me for Christmas. I cry. The water muffles my desperation, … Continue reading The Diary Of An Aspiring Author
2. If Only I The temperature is mild, but I still wear my k-way as it looks like it may rain soon. I can’t let that stop me, though. Don’t know what the weather is going to be like on race day. I have to be prepared for everything. I set my sport watch and … Continue reading The Diary Of An Aspiring Author
1. Who am I, really? I’m wearing invisible socks today. Can you believe it? It was Christmas a minute ago, and now I am wearing invisible socks. Time flies, eh? My half-moon tattoo pops out from that little space between the end of my right sock and the beginning of my grey leggings. A space … Continue reading The Diary of An Aspiring Author
Happiness lays in the little moments of joy that life offers us. Happiness lays in the freedom to enjoy those moments without the fear that something bad is going to happen if we do. And who can give us that freedom if not ourselves? Happiness is scary. The fact that it might end is scary … Continue reading Happiness
Lost in a nightmare, it’s hard to escape * It’s just a dream, I say Open your eyes and run away * Here’s the sun, The morning has finally come And life has just begun. * ©Brooxy Moon
May you be the yellow leaf on the ground fallen under the intensity of its long existence Rather than the green leaf strogly attached to the tree abruptly ripped by the storm. © Brooxy Moon
At the end of the day We're all filling blank pages. We're all writing our own book. © Brooxy Moon
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