The fire inched toward me before I could feel its heat. By the time it reached me, I was numb to it and unaware I was being burned.
I'll gather them all in a crumpled pile and watch as they writhe and convulse beneath the flame. Suddenly, they are gone. It's tragic that I can't do the same.
There's nothing left inside// the ink well is dry, my hand was stayed// nothing more to confide// silence on an empty stage
https://open.spotify.com/track/0CAOgFq049xUoXQz0dpJpy This song got me through my final year of university... I remember it like it was yesterday. I woke up in the worst of sorts and I was ready to give up on the day before I had even finished eating my breakfast. Every day was the same - wake up in time for an... Continue Reading →
I loved flying kites when I was little... The way they bobbed and swayed upon invisible, tumultuous waves. The way they could be seen by friends, near and far, both close friends and formerly unknown folks, and silently call a gathering that would add to the fleet of flying vessels across the town. My mother... Continue Reading →
I realized there may come a day where we stand side-by-side, my arm around your waist and yours in mine as we look over the destruction of some part of our lives, and for just a moment, reel. The vows I made to you buzz through my head along with the checklist of things I... Continue Reading →