Writing

Infinite.

The days by the creek lasted forever…

High on a Cloud.

I press my cheek to the window, feeling the warmth…

A Summer of Healing.

As dawn broke, the city stretched and yawned, shaking off last night’s slumber…

When the Script Ends. 

My mind is a loop-de-loop…

It’s Bad Again.

A stranger in the mirror looks me dead in the eye…

Mirage.

Somewhere in the desert lies what I crave…