Tag: fear

  • Being Alone Haiku

  • Strangers

    She told me to   never talk to strangers.  Nothing good would come of it.  Only fear  or loathing.  Maybe a little bit of stalking.  But I couldn’t help myself.  I can’t not talk  to someone.  My mouth opens, then shuts.  I almost don’t know what  to say.  His eyes were too  Beautiful.