The beauty of coffee shops is that they’ve got a knack for stories. Tacked paintings, unnamed faces on the walls, streams of melodies from bands no one has ever heard of, and the delicate rosetta settling in the mug in front of her all have stories to tell. Visions and memories people want to mull […]

We’re under the same stars and though we’re not breathing the same taste of air, we continue to breathe. We breathe and breathe and breathe. And we are connected by this and the human condition. But it is the human condition, That we are separated. We continue to look at the same moon alone.

Presumptuous, though it may be still I couldn’t help but open – just a crack, that small river flowing from the pools of my heart. . Swelling, that far-off image flushed fingers interlaced as the bus rode the rays of the setting sun . But instead, here I stand soaked to the bones of my […]

As the bus across the street pulled away, the girl shifted her feet in the chilly January afternoon. It was supposed to snow that night. Time always seemed to drag on between one bus to the next, and the cold made time almost immobile. Snow, snow, snow. Her flushed fingertips clasped a thermos full of […]

I distract myself with the faded silhouettes and exhaled breath Lightless eyes filling up with constellations in the sky . Scarecrow trees growing under my feet I lost that flush of sentimentalism and I think I lost my heart, too I’m just walking in the dark.

It shone like a shard of the purest white, a halo gently encompassing it. Like a break in the infinite space, and at that moment, I wonder if it knew. There are few things in my life that remain constant, one of which are the constellations in the sky.

I sat between two people who were the morning sky – blue and red – blue and red and I, black as the Evergreen silhouettes, talk to you. mountains and emotions between us the sky blends out the stars and I see no more. . We see in feelings fading, we hear in colors rising, […]