Rags & Feathers.

92. 92. 95. 91. 90. 90. 90. 89. (Anxiety) 89. 89. 89. 91. 92. 95. 95. Her eyes had changed. Instead of the steely blue I was so used to, th...

Against a wall entirely made of windows, the silence is sharp. It is the type of quiet you would feel afraid to shatter. The occasional bl...

Each time I sat down to try writing about it, the task become more impossible. Fingers grazing against the keyboard--my inability to keep t...

LOVE COMES TO ME --- Without any words, you hand me a leaf. It is brittle enough to splinter immediately at my touch. I avert my eyes down...

...so I woke up and started writing. I wrote and I wrote and I wrote until I began to feel like myself again. It took a few hours or more,...

However, sometimes someone like MKate looks far too sublime to resist drawing shameless attention to. Here's to being effortlessly cool...

The water in the bathtub sighs heat, reeling me into itself. Limbs ache in a way that I am unacquainted with--subtle; searing. I slink my ...