It is how it was meant to be, as it was written, many moons and many authors ago. Restless from my roaming, inside last night, I gaze, curious, counting the ways that yesterday differs from today, how everything changes, eventually.

The branches that birthed her, the body that walks the earth, a beating heart and a broken brain, rebuilt as the train slows to a stop and lightning fills the sky. The world is full of answers, but she is overwhelmed by all the questions that crowd her mind, so she smiles at the branches,…

The night was young and naive. We were old before our time. You were drunk on my doorstep, and I was swept up in your sweet, sandy stare, watching you sink your teeth into your soft lips. A kiss, slow and gentle, taming your temper, and your tension, after a long, hard day. I want…

Candy gloss clouds, playful pink, parading across the sky, selfless, sending a smile to every passing person, with nothing to gain and no reason to remain kind in a cruel world. The languishing light is tired, but she traipses from her bed, climbing up to meet the soft winds of an autumn morning, and somehow,…