When the Fire Begins to Die
How do you find your way in a lightless room?So dark — shadows fail to materialize. Hands outstretched, you feel your way to the door.…
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How do you find your way in a lightless room?So dark — shadows fail to materialize. Hands outstretched, you feel your way to the door.…
Maybe I wasn’t loud enoughabout my desires—or was I too quiet?I never could tell. Life—a tightrope walk of extremes,fleeing to the shadowsafter too many days…
I rest my head against the window, peering into the night at the passing Indiana farmland. The soft patter of rain and methodical swish of…
Who you are is not who you were or who you might be. Who you are is not a product of past regret nor a…
“What advice would you give your younger self?” I read the prompt. Sitting still, I conjure an image of my younger self. Face to face.…
I thought about the color yellowand howit had drowned out all the other colors of my life. The stench of cowardice,drenching the vitality of green,dispelling…
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