I don’t know how long I’ve been walking the twisted, overgrown path. It seems as if it runs on for miles, eating up the fields of green painted against the deep, azul blue sky. Specks of white dot the blanket of clouds, and I try not to stop and stare up at the stars like I used to do. Back then, I had time to stop. I had time to watch the patterns nature made up in the places that I couldn’t reac...

A sliver of moonlight was drawn through the branches of the trees above. It barely illuminated my path as I walked again and again through the vineyard, stumbling my way through the dark with just a dim-lit lamp. All I could see were my dirty Doc martens hitting against the dirt ground while I made my way through the dense, tree-littered area without a thought running through my head.

This was th...

The golden rays of sunlight spilled through the open window, casting shadows of figures hunched over their food in silence. They were all dressed their best—some wearing garments adorned with jewels and luxurious fabrics, others simply putting on their shirts that they would usually wear on a Sunday. Saturdays like these were times to relax; days wear the pressure of work could be taken off your s...