Xanadu
 

Lost individuals long to live accompanied. Loneliness gets lame, and pairs tend to form. Like two middle-aged people soon to be lov

It’s a word and a few letters combined. Located in the beginning It’s a new meaning— It’s a new word— Playing tricks on you. Confusing your

Why? Why am I here? What’s my purpose? Who is Henry Denham? And why did he make me? Why in the 1580s?

Eyes closed, mind open. Laid in his bed, ideas flowing as tireless thoughts race through his head. His brain barriers— broken down with

The soggy sand hugged my tan toes tightly, greeting them for the umpteenth time this month. My sluggish pace allowed them to be absorbed by

Identity isn’t the way people see you It’s the way you see yourself Identity isn’t who you want to be But who you are when you’re alone

Her brown hair twisted in the wind like the stems of the pumpkins she picked out Her little hands curiously traced the ridges and bumps of

The rain poured heavily upon me, my black umbrella my only source of shelter as the rain washed away all that was left in its care.

I’m not needed for the Sun to rise nor for the birds to chirp their generous “good mornings” to one another. Branches from gargantuan oak

Within the vast depths of the ocean there live many creatures. However there is a whale that is the loneliest creature in the world. In the