Like the Wind {…}

Have you ever noticed how the wind moves? It soars through the trees and they move; dancing as it glides through. While at times, it’s bold and everything trembles, and others, it’s tender and gently strides with care. Not a soul can see the wind itself,...

dialects of love [ … ]

From the moment I wake up { other times in the dead of night like in this very moment } I spend my time thinking about people. They all have their own quirks and individual experiences that shape them exactly to be the person they are today. Every intricate detail...

the quiet season {…}

today, another fulfilling day indulging in the creative pursuits of life. i used to hate the end of a ringing phone, a dead line, a missed connection. why did they leave, they’re too busy to talk? why didn’t we connect? why am I alone when I am surrounded...