Some people have a homeland; a place that their heart calls most beautiful on earth, a place they always want to go back to.
There are stories written in the skin of my arms.
Picture this: your world has just been shattered. And you did not see it coming.
Well, maybe you kind of did.
These are moments I wouldn’t trade for a world Moments of coming home A step ahead of the storm Moments of running out to greet it Moments… Read more “Storm Moments”
Today I wander out into the rained world Looking for what? I don’t know But I am looking. The colors are different in a rained world All… Read more “A Rained World”
But why are you here? Glowing in the town-lit darkness far from your green-growing sisters. Were you a grubby, child-fisted gift? But who would drop that? Perhaps… Read more “How Came You Here?”