We’re under the same stars and though we’re not breathing the same taste of air, we continue to breathe. We breathe and breathe and breathe. And we are connected by this and the human condition. But it is the human condition, That we are separated. We continue to look at the same moon alone.

Presumptuous, though it may be still I couldn’t help but open – just a crack, that small river flowing from the pools of my heart. . Swelling, that far-off image flushed fingers interlaced as the bus rode the rays of the setting sun . But instead, here I stand soaked to the bones of my […]

As the bus across the street pulled away, the girl shifted her feet in the chilly January afternoon. It was supposed to snow that night. Time always seemed to drag on between one bus to the next, and the cold made time almost immobile. Snow, snow, snow. Her flushed fingertips clasped a thermos full of […]