Emotions |
Her eyes were serious and sad when she sat me down that day. It was the day of my thirteenth year on this cold and lonely stone of satirical carbon atoms bouncing randomly in abundance of hatred, love... Posted by Delusions Of Grandma on Tue, 01 May 2007 01:58:00 PST |
Something in the air. |
Grandma breathes in a deep breath of the tainted air. The chemicals slowly begin to react, seeping into her blood stream. A tear of colour slowly slides down off of the painting that hangs i... Posted by Delusions Of Grandma on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 04:44:00 PST |
A lonely woman |
Grandma rocks in her wicker chair. It creeks back and forth as images swell and fade through her weary mind. Was there something that had been missed through the years? Something she forgot to do? How... Posted by Delusions Of Grandma on Thu, 19 Oct 2006 11:29:00 PST |
The calling of spring. |
The soft trickle of rain already caught by the bedroom roof, playfully marches down the leaf filled gutter. The hum of the distant traffic can barely be heard through the symphony of a suburban spring... Posted by Delusions Of Grandma on Mon, 23 Oct 2006 05:10:00 PST |