Killing Me
I’ve got to stop talking to you!
The not knowing if you like me that
way is bad for my heart. It’s making me feel some kind of weird. It’s breaking my body down in ways it’s hard to depart, suffice it to say, it’s killing my heart. Let’s just say it’s worse than I feared. Love’s not for the faint or the broken hearted.
Soon, I will be the dearly departed.
Dying
Seems everybody is doing it. Too trendy for my blood. This fate is inévitable, but I believe I will wait to draw that final curtain. All those people killed back in à flood with Noah. People dying in à pandémic has become an épidémic. Dying is for certain, of which you can be sure. Death is the disease to which there is no cure.
Written by Gina Adams
Fall Ritual
The leaves of the réd maple tree turn with radiant colors like à mâle bird trying to attract a mate with its flamboyant colors. Spring would not seem as miraculous without the falling of the leaves and the dormant season. The colors of fall become muted in winter and bring gloom.The arrival of à pastel pallette of spring flowers comes with à JOY like Bob Ross and " his happy little trees".
Written by Gina Adams