Why I Write
Writing isn’t just an act, it is a way of life. Writing is something that I need to do. It is something I cannot control. Writing…
Oceans, Sand, and Summer
You remind me of the ocean, Eyes blue like the sea. You remind me of the sand, Hair the color of the soft grains. You remind…
I Feel
I feel a boulder in my chest the size of a soft ball, It sinks slowly, bringing nausea to my mouth and something caught in my…
Touch
Hand pressed against my cheek, As if caressing a rose petal, For the first time. -I will never get over the gentleness of your touch