There’s an express train right behind this local train and no one seems to care. I know this…
This year, I decided to tell the stories that I had never shared with anyone.
No one tells you when it will be the last time. And now, sitting here, staring out the window at all of winter’s trees…
She is nine, standing on the edge of a lake, making a raft out of a large leaf and a half-blown-away dandelion…
I can never sleep soundly when there is a full moon outside of my window. I think that perhaps it is because I remember things that I…
It’s a confusing thing, returning home to a place where none of your furniture lives anymore.
