Rolling out of bed, sliding to the edge where the floor greets my soles —…
It’s not easy, giving all I have and still being asked for more — as if my flesh and bones…
The night to live, In the embrace of starlit skies, Where shadows waltz with the…
It’s not recorded in any ledger, true healing never is. You won’t find it in the papers, or in some grand…
….where our hearts script their own story, love becomes the language we both understand.
In the empty corridors of despair, he drifts A solitary figure amidst shadows and echoes, His…
In the space between breaths, we find ourselves, not in the noise of the world, but in the…
The night drapes over me, a cloak of darkened fabric, seeping through every seam…