For the writers out there reading this, I am not talking about the fact that people are doing more watching than reading. Yes, our world is more geared towards listening to audio books or watching movies and series, but writing is still alive and thriving.

“I’m sorry, but there is nothing that can be done,” the lawyer told me. “ The contract is binding and just vague enough to allow them to do this, but clear enough to say you can’t fight back.”

“What will I do?” the client wept. “They will take everything!”

A new home, a new life. After a year in this place I realized that phrase holds no merit, Still went to the same school, still get bullied by the same kids and still have the same feeling of impending doom. I believe whatever the problem was in our old home, it followed us to our new home.

​I feel it everyday, even when I wake and I don’t see her. The inner feeling of being lost, of being alone surrounded by other people. It breaks you down slowly, but surely and all you can do is keep going, because you can’t give up. You need to work towards something better than yourself and that is what I am doing.

The graveyard, as it always did, had many problems. One of the problems was the gate that kept out the riff-raff who thought they could spend their time smoking and drinking. Now, as much as I used the graveyard as my own hangout spot, it was also my job to tend to the graves.