You haunt my dreams. The sound of your voice. That sparkle in your eyes. The way you move as if the world is your stage and we’re all background players.
I hate it.
I hate you.
You haunt my dreams and cause me to feel bloody red rage whenever I hear your name – Tiffany… Continue reading




I see.I see God all over.

I see in conversation.

I see in music.

I see in vulnerability.

I see in laughter.

I see in the dark; in the quiet moments before sleep washes over.

I see in friendships that bloomed in unlikely circumstances.

I see in the moon and stars.

I see over good food and good drinks.

I see in good food.

I see in breezes flowing over summer heat.

I see in forehead kisses and fist bumps and hugs and inside jokes. Continue reading