Living without looking back Is an art I have yet to master

Or perhaps it hasn't been for long enough. Whatever. You experience another kind of sadness when you accidently catch a glimpse of the life of someone you've loved who isn't in your life anymore.

I have told you long ago That I am no longer able to write.

With the word "youth" written all over my back and a clamoring heart I shiver as summer approaches

Anything seen from far away enough can be graceful, be that in distance or time. That was how Sam envisioned the hurricane: an enchanting swirl of white, no more threatening than cream stirred into co...

It was a great mistake, my birth as a man. As solitary as a green leaf that refused to fall once autumn came, I had never fit it. I would have, probably, been more successful as a raccoon or as a sunf...

A little something I wrote for my English class. Van Gogh's a great teacher, yo.

1. The sky had died in your eyes long before clouds could graze it

It's early March and I cannot help but feel a terrible sense of longing floating in the air. Like a thick fog, it settles over my field of vision and deep within my lungs; unable to breathe, I'm not e...