He meant no harm when he requested I take a seat, he simply hoped I'd return to the familiar cobbled streets.
One Road
There must come a point when I might become my own.
This Incorrigible Springtime, Pt. II
...and yet... There is something to behold. Something you least anticipated. Something... forgetive
Hearing the Stars, Pt. III: My Name
It is my name they call. My only task henceforth is to learn my own name.
Under the Stars and the Clouds
You are part of a whole, crafted under the stars and the clouds.
Spaces Between Your Fingers
You will be glad for the brief time you spent with spaces between your fingers.
Before the Storm Has Ceased
I promise to return before the storm has ceased.
Coffee Shop Hours
I promise it won't be long until every sentence breathes