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…