What a coincidence my 100th post is on a full moon.

Sometimes heart bleeds emotions in form of words. We create the world by our beliefs and thoughts. Along with flash of lightning. As volcano of me erupts. Deep inside the ocean you. Let us hold each other tight.

Slowly and carefully I examined the stairs as I climbed them. A small trail of dirt lined the edges leading all the way to a little mound by the door. I thought to myself,. The gardener must have been here earlier. I asked aloud to the girl, but she only repeated it back to me. Why? Why did you let this happen? Still she refused to answer me. All she could do was respond with mockery, her echo loud with frustration.