A final word.

"Standing on your mama's porch, you told me that you'd wait forever and when you held my hand, I knew that it was now or never.." she clasped her bag tight and leaned forward. "It's half past twelve and here I am, singing Bruce Springsteen's and you don't even try to bat an eye? Okay, … Continue reading A final word.



"Please let me out! I've done nothing wrong. I got wife and kids!" He cried while they dragged him inside his cell. He kept screaming until he was tied to his bed. They locked him up and left. He looked at the stars through the ventilator. His wife waved at him while he walked to … Continue reading Lost.