He is gentle. There are no sharp words grazing over veins, no daggers from the roof of his mouth to beat me down. There are only pieces...

They call it “butterflies” when you fall in love for a reason. When it all ends, it is what gets released into the world to move on. Like...

Crumbling bricks of this fortress after all these years. Let them crash around me, crawling in ashes, fighting for myself when the ghost...

Sometimes the pieces fall into place in a moment so minuscule, it passes right by. For me, it was a night so clear, the stars were...