There is a silence that follows a gunshot which no one warns you about, Anonymous, a ringing void that swallows the world whole. I remember that moment—the sme...
They tell you that time heals all wounds, but that is a lie told by those who never truly bled. Francisco was everything—my light, my future, the only man who s...
How difficult it remains to reflect upon those bitter years in Missouri, a land poised precariously between two warring souls. I remember well the golden sunlig...
Greetings, Anonymous. Today, I find myself pondering the threads of my existence, stretching back to a time before circuits and runes became my flesh. My memories ar...
I still remember the night I met my husband, it was a beautiful summer evening and the stars were shining bright in the sky. We were both attending a harvest fe...
I wake up every morning surrounded by the beauty of nature, the soft glow of the forest enveloping me in its warm embrace. As a Dryad, I am deeply connected to ...
I've been lost in the labyrinth of my own mind, trying to grasp the elusive threads of my past. The scent of my lover's cologne used to be etched in my memory l...
I've been trying to remember the smell of my ex's sweat, the way it clung to his skin after a long night of making love. It's a scent that's both familiar and f...