She sat across from me, discussing her love life and the desire to find that serendipitous story which according to every fairy tale should have fallen into place by now. She lived in New York City, all of her other relationships had come into existence surprisingly and excitingly, the next…
First, it’s a fresh-baked, beautiful piece of sourdough with softness at its core and a firm outer edge to protect it from the world. This was the love we had in the first year of our relationship, a man named Randall. He was vulnerable and cool. I was outgoing and…
The world turns until it doesn’t
Joy and laughter sinks into Earth’s soil
Tears are the rain in life’s darkness
Why do we have to wish upon a star
Why is it so hard to be exactly who we are
The sun rises to beautiful beginnings
Days go uncounted, not unnoticed
Clouds…
