painfully aware of my vulnerabilitymy soul goes deeper to get awayhurtful deed to make things better somedayanxiety builds and I balkthis is my nemisis I haven't been able to conquer itwaiting in the shadows turning my internal clock tighterwhispering...

A thin old man with a pointed beard squinted at the lake glistening in the sun, threw a couple of fishing rods into the boat, and began to untie it slowly, but suddenly heard a clear voice calling him. “Good...

In the morning, Vladimir Mikhailovich was awakened by something strange. He sat up in bed, stretched with a groan, scratched his protruding belly in his camouflage T-shirt, slipped his feet into his slippers, and walked to the kitchen. Pressing...