There is no afterlife for wilted flowers like me.
Not all beaches are fun and sunscreen.
Some people were simply created with the right genes and the proper social skills, I figured. They ended up at a lunch table with a group of good-looking individuals, like them, who did what all good-looking individuals managed: making the rest of us...
There's always hope. And oceans. Hope and oceans.
This jeweled coast does not shine for its gems are coated with grit.
Sleep is the only thing I stay awake for.
The weekends are too short for sleep!