#46: Where that Place Used to Be

That house that is no longer my home fills me with longing each time I go but I know: home is where the heart is. The school's not the same but neither am I; everything changes with the passing of time. That city never changed 'til I left it behind.


#45: Dollhouse

"How come Ken gets to date all of us but we all have to date him?" The girls were sitting around in the living room, Ken upstairs asleep at 4pm. Typical. They had been in the living room for about thirty minutes now, just chatting about the usual: outfit changes, unexpected nudity, and, their favorite … Continue reading #45: Dollhouse