Together

Give me your hand and we can walk to the edge of the ocean, if you'd like. We won't jump in, but if we find some flat, smooth stones along the way, maybe we can have a skipping competition. We'll count the ripples, even if there's only one.

The Soldier

I take a look inside a mirror underneath my breath, I whisper "I see something decent in this mental patient because in his eyes, he looks more alive than me."   I look past him, over his shoulder and assume he must be a soldier because in his wake, there's a massive quake where he... Continue Reading →

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