Writings from the vault: WispsI reach out, looking for something Stretching my fingers outward Eyes open, but unable to see It tickles my fingertips Wispy, light, almost imperceptible Just beyond my reach Flitting away, fleeting away My arms grow tired from the strain I lower... See More »
Writings from the vault: AftermathI’m supposed to feel safe. Relieved. but all I feel is lost. The fire has finally died down. There is no danger hiding in the shadows. It’s like for a period of time, I was fueled by adrenaline, not blood. My breaths propelled by panic, not my... See More »
Writings from the vault: DustI feel it in my chest, making it hard to breathe sometimes. The grief, the yearning, the wishing. A twisted little knot, the atrophied remains of a future that once was. Now I build, brick by brick, a new path towards a new future. Dust in my... See More »
