Aged Soul

There was a soul. It was weathered and dry. It’s small frame disfigured and awkwardly pieced together. Crippled and wobbling it made its way through life, burdened with stories it could never tell. It was young but aged. It did not dream. It was a desert, yearning for the water it never got Slowly adapting … More Aged Soul

The Visit

  We exchange awkward glances. I rack my brain for a question to ask, I’m so desperate to get out of this suffocating fog of silence. Where did all my preparation go? I thought I was ready. And you sit there, fiddling with the corner of your vest, willing the silence to scream louder. This … More The Visit