Beneath the tree, leaves begin to drop. Shades of crimson and ocher. I begin to fade. It’s winter now, soon turning to spring. The thaw of white snow running down the branches, the dirt making sodde...
In days of darkness, moments of clarity come to me. Days devoid of panic and stress, like an immense downward pressure removed from my shoulders. Hesitant to allow myself time to savor these precious...
Ever so quiet, I stare at the ceiling. I wish to succumb to slumber, but I’m already in a dream. It’s all so fuzzy, from dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn. It’s much like a dream, waiting to arouse. I nev...
