"I could write a thousand and one words to describe all the things I’ve seen in my life. I could, but to my belief, using a thousand and one words is a bit over-used. I think there are many other ways I could tell you. I should know, I lived long enough to learn that." This could be a letter, a list, a story, or a book filled with prompts, it really isn't for me to decide. But a thing I do recommend is: pay close attention because you can't make a bouquet out of a single flower.

A White Bouquet

She was sitting on one of the big kiosks in the city’s central plaza, it was fairly tall, probably taller than most trees that surrounded it. The Plaza was characteristic of being surrounded by tall buildings with several businesses. It felt calm, colorful, and beautiful, which was ironic because even though police or heroes aren’t allowed to take action unless an actual issue is presented, most gang activities were presented there. 


It wasn’t really disturbing the peace, so unless they had evidence of illicit actions, there was nothing that could be done. 


Diosma