300 Writing Prompts #14: The Fear of Silence

That was the night I finally understood why people fear silence… That night was a purple tranquility that was bound in holy matrimony with the poetry of stars that sprinkle the sky. The kind of night where the stars above only wanted to be embraced so that could shine all the brighter from the love…

A Kettle Pot of Steamy Things

Does someone hear whistling? Over last few months, I have found myself really struggling with the concept of desire and how to deal with it. I have gathered the the nature of happiness is fundamentally connected to what we perceive as good. We are happy when good things happen to us. Happy we were around…