Tara's letter''The muscles of my throat are tied up to the ones of my abdomen. I feel nauseous and that strange pain stretches all the way through the palms of my hands…My heart is bleeding. Bleeding because of love, love I thought I was unable to get and love I am unable to give.I don't feel good, not at all.Tears won't ever fall, because I am strong, yet inside, I suffer. People may say I am a cold heart, that's what I look like but if they only knew and I don't want that, I don't want to look weak.Who am I? What do I want? If only I could answer those questions maybe then I would feel better. I am stuck in an era that isn't mine, in a situation
A tree to cutHe was looking through the frosted window of his living room and the scene that it revealed wasn't much interesting. The wind was so strong and the snow was flying from south to north reducing the visibility to the maximum; as much as he couldn't even see the house of his neighbor across the street. It had been like that for the last couple days as he just got out to shovel his roof again to make sure the house would remain a safe place to stay. Barely anybody dared to use the streets to leave town but anyway, where would they go since this storm covered a very large perimeter. The bad weather already seemed to be everlasting and there were n