The soft, silky scarf that is wrapped around my hand is all that is left of what once was. What we were. As I stand by this river under the night sky, with a gentle breeze blowing by, the soft rustling of the grass in my ears, I longingly look at your scarf, the one … Continue reading Letting The Scarf Float

While these write ups are largely fictional, they also hold a lot of real moments in my life that I have experienced and are deeply personal. I write them when particularly strong pains hit me so I just write and don't edit. It's a painful energy and pressure that I need to release somewhere - … Continue reading Shattered Stars