My grandmother’s battle is over as of earlier today. Like every situation, you’re left wishing there were more opportunities—to spend … More
New modes of sadness. 1. Holding on to a small flower 2. Chin placed on tired hands 3. Eyes looking … More
In one season there are blooms and in a year there is life.
In your eyes I see the world with all of its pathways leading to new horizons, And in your hands … More
It’s been a while since I wrote like this on empty sheets and blank slates a stream of consciousness. One … More
Sometimes it’s about taking that step back when it all seems so fast and perhaps it’s about refusing to move … More
Let your imagination take you somewhere different.
You had your drink and I had my things and together it made for turmoil. I was so tired and … More