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…
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…
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 a boulder in my chest the size of a soft ball, It sinks slowly, bringing nausea to my mouth and something caught in my…
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