As centuries passed over you,and generations played with your meaning,you have come to be…
My mom died forty years ago today. Until a minute before I typed that, it hadn’t crossed my mind. I was mentally going…
DarknessWorn like a cloakOn a brocadeOf silence
When you’ve been hurt by someone you lovereally hurt by them.systematically and selfishly,
I hate being in the moment,seems so unnecessary.I want to be where I can’t be — deep in the unchartedwhere I can mold and makeand…
In life, we come across many different people: some, we meet on day one; some we go to school with; some we work…
Up and and down,Have you ever trod slowlyIn the snow on a wintery day?