Screamed At The Make-Believe

Between The Notes

Three years ago it snowed in the morning. At the cemetery, while watching my grandmother for the 21st March touch the stone, I had a thought about how elephants walk vast miles to return to touch the bones of their loved ones. Later that night, you braided my hair and said you didn’t want me to cut it. I told you my secret, then you told me yours. We…

Colombia

Interstellar

Adrift

Home

Memories like grains of sand on the shore. I run my fingers through the pieces of you and me and I am home again.

Monday Blues: Through The Forest

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