Find me down the garden path,
Where shadows twist and roses cry,
Where sunlight meets the aftermath
Of whispered thoughts that drift and die.
A labyrinth of tangled mind,
Where thorns and blooms together grow,
And fragile hearts are intertwined
With fears that only silence knows.
In this realm, the sky is gray,
A tapestry of endless doubt,
Where dreams like ghostly specters play,
And echoes of t...
What would you do with your freedom if it was given to you?
Would you talk long walks without looking at your watch?
Would you let your toes sink into the wet sand on the beach without reaching for your phone. Would take a photograph of freedom or happiness or joy to post online so that everyone could take notes and compare.
Do we want the freedom to spend, the freedom to buy the freedom to trav...
Riley Morgan always believed he was destined for greatness. As a child, Riley would stand on a makeshift podium in the backyard, delivering impassioned speeches to an audience of stuffed animals and the suburban fox population. Becoming the prime minister wasn't just a dream; it was a calling. However, in this world, childhood dreams are temporary pursuits that must be attempted and set aside befo...
Alice’s room was a sanctuary of nature and calm. The walls were painted a soft sage green, evoking a sense of tranquility. One wall was adorned with a large, intricate mural of a lush forest scene, painted by Alice herself, reflecting her artistic side and her deep connection to nature.
Large windows dominated one side of the room, flooding the space with natural light and overlooked a small, ver...
Under the amber glow of the setting sun, Sarah and Jake stood at the edge of the old railway platform, the echoes of their laughter still hanging in the air. The station, once bustling with the rhythm of countless journeys, now seemed a solemn witness to their farewell. They had shared a lifetime of memories, from childhood escapades to late-night talks under the stars, dreaming of futures yet to ...
In the heart of the city, where the future gleams bright,
Neon lights flicker, painting shadows of night.
Skies filled with cars in a luminous flight,
A symphony of engines, a dazzling sight.
Streaks of red and blue, they dance in the sky,
Like modern-day fireflies, they shimmer and fly.
Above towering spires of steel and glass,
Where dreams of tomorrow and present moments clash.
Yet amidst this...
I can still feel the pattern and divots of your distain under my fingers,
Generational trauma woven into a rug I played on in your living room as a child.
Your disgust kept down every feeling and every inch of anaglypta, as if the tacky wall covering wasn’t hiding enough.
The only love you had to give you handed to me as toy cars, humbugs and polo mints retrieved from deep within the sideboard...
Gill paced up and down the hotel room. Clutching the photo and tapping it against his other hand.
and then he now stopped, tilted his head and pulled the face of a man who’d had an epiphany, then he’d shake off the idea and continue pacing.
He stared at the photo and wiped the sweat from his face and neck with yesterday’s t-shirt.
“What the hell am I going to do with this?”
He sat on the bed an...
