It creeps up on you, like a cold breeze in the middle of summer. While you’re reading a book, something…
There are people that, with enough time, become ever more scenic in your mind than they are in reality…
From time to time, I hear someone say that something was “meant to be”. More often…
Waves of wantingripple my heart.Shifting my shoreto yoursto blend the waters.
Feel these hollow heartbeatsechoing into even emptierspacesbetween secondsthat have lost their…
Music hath charms…
Our heart’s fingerswere never madeto play but one tune.
Once upon a time, I met a man online. His name is John. At the time I met him, I was craving a creative. I remember being tired of the day to…
Who is at the helm — my emotions or me?Should I wait for their passage?Do I carry them or am I carried?
I love you, I love you not. I am as unstable as daisy petals being battered by strong winds.