Walking through the path he’d travelled too many times to recount, he looked up at the clouds.
When I fall, will I be held?Or will my body be cast under a wakeless spell?My Spirit once nimble, now deaf and blind,a…
Just breathe. I’ve got this. I feel an awakening within me — it’s a familiar, peculiar feeling. One that comes up to meet my boundaries…
She didn’t know his name or had ever heard his voice. The first time they met, she had come to the window to see the train…