It's when I'm quiet you should worry. If your effect still finds pulse in this quill, then there's a chance I'll keep you with me.
Suddenly rain pooled. Raw mud hugged our shoes closer. We walked on, barefoot. via Daily Prompt: Hospitality
Mist greets my cheeks, spirit full in a body weak. In this moment of rebirth, I sink closer to the earth. Fine cuts nearly forgotten from familiar firs once lost in. But those little daggers damage, leaving scars that never vanish. Sunlight treats every inch the same,... Continue Reading →