I am a writer trying to build a readership from scratch. The pathetic stats number never seem to rise. Read my works and you'll agree that my writings are just plain junk or simply an art of a decidedly Bohemian attitude.

Friday, January 31, 2014

This new year

I recall this time last year, the smell of new bedsheets and curtains mixed with the puncturing of a cold dagger in my heart. How this smell today is so familiar that it too made me heart froze and my mind stalled. Please don't let it happen to me again. Please don't let me trust the wrong man ever again. Let me walk the rest of my life protected and loved, warm and at peace. I will also in turn, pick myself up and learn to love again.

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