There's always a critic. Someone who feels obliged to share with you, How you don't measure up to The glorious ones who came before you. There's always a critic. Someone heckling from the safety of their seat. Just remember. They... Continue Reading →
the warm summer's sun has begun to cool. soon foliage will turn from richest forest green, to bright shades of burnt orange, honeyed shades of amber. i mourn the soon coming cold, but take solace in the thought of fireplaces... Continue Reading →
"I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight" The radio crooned as the detectives walked the scene. There was nothing a... Continue Reading →
She wanted to tell him the things he wanted to here. She knew he wanted to hear that this trip hadn't been a waste, that she was more in love with him than ever before, that he was still the... Continue Reading →
Pluck the strings of my heart. Strum on my skin like a guitar. Play me like the skillful musician you are.