There's something amazing that prickles the skin that raises the hairs that jumpstarts the heart. That moment of locking eyes...
There's always a sense of grief when something is lost be it small be it big be it seemingly insignificant...
Scarlet poppies in my hand like blooming blood crawling up my throat out into my palm to give to you...
Is it really that unbelievable to have made it this far? You ask, worried, not understanding the days and weeks...
I sit on the dock. Toes delicately dangling into the darkening waters as the sun begins to light up the...
There's something strange about the stress in my head which away as if tied to the cash in my hand...