One day, my friend asked me, “Why am I ugly?” I paused. I breathed. And softly asked, “What do you love the most?” She whispered, “Books… nature… an...Read more

I can still lay on my back and watch the tides wash the sand off my feet and sweep away the misspellings of the words I come across. I can still roam...Read more

Her eyes make me long for the brightest fireball I have never glimpsed. It’s too pure to yearn like this. My eyes claw against my skull asking for her...Read more