Wrinkle folds reveal stories untold. Stories of the bold bodies that hold with hands that mould the meaning of living.. So behold! I have seen life firsthand Have tasted the fruits of life.
The air that swept across Refuge carried a whiff of rain. The tasteful soil yelling to be engulfed. Yet we know beneath soil, the roots of trees grow, animals live under and the dead live. But that is not the thought that comes to mind when we take in the scent of after rain. And… Continue reading engraved 1
People die before we tell them things we needed them to hear. Things that may make amends and fix things. Heal wounds. And eventually make us forget the regrets. And yet when we least expect, people leave us with unanswered questions, broken hearts, undelivered letters, keepsakes with photos of people we never met, hidden journals… Continue reading engraved (intro)
The flowers’ scent faded. Their petals dried, fell off the stalk. The grass that was wrapped around it fell off and the wind blew it to her. She had to go on. She had to move towards her mother. She must be cold, she thought but that did not make her go back. The flowers… Continue reading engraved (blurb)
Not once did he let her think he cared. He was scared of those feelings. Afraid of how much they would destroy despite their beauty. It was his duty to not let anyone in. He could not let them see his real self. His loneliness. His humanness. He loved her. With everything he had, he… Continue reading wrong kind of love