Similar Posts
Boxes
Our shapes are soft. Our edges round. The boxes will morph, and keep us bound. They will push…
Art | Life | Photograph | Poetry | Writing
Fading Light
beyond the edge of fading light exists a world for which I yearn for when I arrive at…
Searching in Wormholes Dark
There are moments and events in each of our lives that leave us wondering and often searching. For…
Your Love
Your love, like a sparkling diamond shooting across the dark blue curtain of night; it shattered the darkness…