Fear
Fear, it’s so distant- it’s near. It’s hard to explain except to say, when you think it’s farthest…
Falling Stars
The stars are falling like arrows shot by Cupid, hitting the wishers as they think, each one lets…
The Ghost
Who am I now but a ghost of the past, as I sit trying to pack up the…
The Door
Last year was like a sliver of light under a door; brightening a dark room in which it…
Home
Flickering candles that smell like home- a smell only I seem to know. That reminiscing feeling starts to…
Falling out of Love
Falling never makes a sound, yet everything around turns loud. The swish of the wind turns to a…