She could feel the earth stinging her feet every time she took a step.  It's why she kept running, running, running. She heard some distant call beckoning her away from the place of the present.  And she lifted her feet off the stinging ground and let the wind carry her away. What she left behind [...]



and then sheets of glass fell swiftly onto concrete sheets of linen swayed gently in the summer breeze often i am taken back to a time when the leaves fell from the trees and i didn't know the taste of bittersweet seeing clearly through wide eyes as if for the first time like a floating [...]