I watch as her black hair flutters in the breeze, flapping in the wind like a silken flag. She’s determined, passionate- her gait even and determined. Stop. Turn around. Eyes like coal that’s just been lit.
“What are you? A stalker?
Very beautiful and tragic. I hope that it ends soon.
When you judge another, you do not define them, you define yourself.
Coolness!! Great metaphor/simile thing you've
got going there.
"Life is what happens while you are busy
making other plans."