I believe in the letters that are handwritten and signed with love. Letters hold their own and can withstand time and travel. They stay exactly the same as when they were written; their intentions are forever engraved onto the page with the ink that scrawled their words. Letters are my memories of t...
“Hey Mark, I have the greatest idea!”
We had been lying out on the trampoline in the hot sun for most of the afternoon. The sun was shining down on our faces and making our visions blur. All I could see was a blinding mix of blue and white that was the sky. Every time Mark moved I would bounce ...
Stranded. Lost.
No, not that.
Forgotten.
Absent one minute,
They
Are out the door.
Gone.
What happens now?
Nothing to do.
Afraid.
What’s the difference,
Them versus Me?
Pained.
The lies They spat,
Should have seen.
Blind.
What did I do
To make Them mean?
Left behind.
Forgotten...