She had autumn on her tongue and winter on her lips.

When the rain came, she felt it inside of her.

The seasons affected her…and yet, she desired more. Continue reading “Seasonal”



Sometimes I wonder if this thing I call intuition is nothing more than another self-constructed scheme to keep me from letting go.

I don’t like to think of myself as clingy.

I like to think that I am independent, that I’m perfectly capable of making my Continue reading “Doubt”