Nature. I see Her go to sleep every night, only to awake every morning being less than what she was the night before.
between one another
I am aware of my mortality. I see it not only in myself but in others, in the world around me.
not enough this
Wounded by love, how do I stop the bleeding? Is the scar a reminder of my foolishness or merely a wrong turn?
the best tales
Have I given my children a dying world? What is to become of them when I’m gone?
an old shoebox;