The waltz of a quill. She was smiling as I chased her around. Her legs carried her puny frame fast enough, but not fast enough for me to catch up. Yet, I slowed down to let her feel as though she was unreachable. But, when I heard her falling short of breath, all it took was two strides to catch her by her waist and haul her up on my shoulder. The sounds of our laughter rang in my ears, even after she lay in the bed with the wires running around her failing body.

Friday, June 12, 2015. A salty breeze hits my face,. Holding you in a warm embrace,. I walk pushing the ground beneath,. Unaware of the prying eyes falling underneath. A train of thoughts begin going to all dark and beautiful places at the same time. Some thoughts shake the very basis of life and how we live it the way we live. What if everyone turns to be good, will it ever work! Your arrival marks my rebirth,.