Every day, when I wake up and look into the mirror, I don’t always recognize myself. It’s very easy for me to blend in- be the good samaritan, who stops and gives you a ride to your place. Or the neighbor, who helps you move some furniture. The guy you call to walk your dog or watch your kids. That quiet coworker who smiles at you and occasionally makes small talk. It’s just that sometimes….I’m no...

At some point, we’ve gotten together, never knowing it would be the last time.

Our bikes, which we used to ride through the neighborhood, now collect dust in our basements

Or collect rust outside.

The basketball we played with, shooting hoops down at the park

We used to stay out all day long, never wanting it to get dark.

Talking on the landline led to laughter on the phone,

Sneaking around...

When the days blend together

And the nights become weary,

When not a soul reaches out

And life seems a bit scary

When you feel that you’re lost

And you can’t find your way,

When you have no one to turn to

At the end of the day

Stop by me once in a while

You always pass me in a hurry,

You don’t allow yourself the time

To try and cease your worries

Next time you need a shoulder

Or ...

The day seemed normal enough. As usual, you live a life of predictability in the small town of Hadlow. I could recite my day as if it was a song lyric. Wake up, go to work, get home, eat, sleep, rinse and repeat. In a place where everybody knows everybody, there was no escaping the town’s gossipers, or your nosy neighbors who seemed to mind everything but their own business (looking at you, Chad a...

IT IS BELIEVED that when one falls, it feels as though it is never-ending. On the way down, you nearly burn up in the sky. That being said, the trip down is incredibly tolerable and generous compared to the landing, where you would be lucky to have at least one unbroken bone in your new physical body. It is no wonder why thwarting The Great Plan is considered a distasteful option by many of the Sk...

Some nights, I lay silently on the grass and listen to the trees argue, feeling the wind delicately brushing past me, making the leaves dance and the grass tickle my bare skin.

Some nights, I count the fireflies that illuminate the forest, taking flight to and fro, their flickering bodies mimicking that of fairies.

Some nights, I look up to the stars for guidence, hoping to find direction in m...

Rue leaned back in the console chair, mentally kicking herself for what she was about to do.

“Have you ever been in love?” She asked aloud, hardly believing the words slipped from her mouth.

She pushed her glasses up to her face and looked down, fiddling with her blonde hair nervously.

“Love?” Siggy repeated, her brow furrowed in confusion. She didn’t look up from the controls as she rerouted...

Deep within the valleys

Through the forest trees

Along the sandy beaches

Beside the gentle sea

Between the lively festivals

Along the lightened streets

I can’t help but listen for

Your name whispered in the breeze

Running past the cottages

Trekking through the fields

Laying in the land of dandelions

Two of us hidden in the hills

In love in our own paradise

Counting stars in our own space

No one...