My mother holds me close, her voice like a lullaby, soft and familiar. She whispers something tender as her comfortingly …
The Obsessed Artist
Every single hair, Every single chip, Every single detail, Must be perfection. For my work is no less …
The Dream That Wasn’t
His monotone voice droned on as minutes stayed stagnant. “Now… Worksheet 1 on the… Complete it….Good.” The humid air …
Wasted Opportunity
Beep Beep Beep Snooze? My alarm goes off for the second time. The haunting sound ringing …
Eternal Roads
Inevitable, Contorted roads, shadowed lanes, endless paths. Yet, No matter how we stray, No matter how much …