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Dia-777

  • Smooth breathing...

    I wonder if there is a spec of sunlight in my eyes, even on the gloomiest day of my life. When the rain falls heavy to the ground, it brings ...

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
    1 min read
  • The ambiance of ignorance

    I'm nothing, I'm nothing, because now I'm dead. Looking down at myself, looking into the past, i feel pain. I am nobody that will never be extraordinary, excepted, or unique. ...

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
    1 min read
  • He took everything

    I went with Tommy to a restaurant when we where dating the waitress asked me what I'll have Tommy said I'll take it. I smiled as he read my order ...

    • Poetry
    • Narrative
    3 min read


Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it’s the answer to everything. It’s the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it’s a cactus.
— Enid Bagnold