When the sky is all raindrops and fire, I promise to stand with you.
We slip through this river of time together, I remember your faces. It's a crowded place sometimes, at times its deadly silent, I don't know where this current takes us, but I'm certain our journey's end. We are never in the same place twice, that is the nature of this river, it is the … Continue reading Writing 101, Day 4: Seriously lost
My early call to rise rings out at the same time ever morning, 5 am. Every morning, at 5 am, I rock myself out of a shallow sleep, gather the scattered pieces of my focus and brace myself, ready to face the budding day at its root. I loathed dawn for so long, returning to it … Continue reading Sunrise