157

As the sun finally sets, and dusk settles in, I write your name in the sand for the 157th time. For the 157th time, the water rushes forward and laps it up, as though to remind me that I should just forget you. I write it again, And before I finish the last loop, the water … Continue reading 157

Gold Curtains

It's gotten to that point in the year when I can't really remember what warmth feels like. Happens annually, kind of amazing how the human mind forgets (as with pain), and now it's February and I've forgotten what it is to walk outdoors and the air doesn't hurt your lungs, when taking a stroll is … Continue reading Gold Curtains