A Short

I wake up at 2 am now. I hear the howling wind outside, and I know that I am being summoned.

I creep down the stairs and find my place on the couch. I pull the blankets over me as shields. I am a coward, but a coward with. There is no turning around.



One Day, Maybe I Will Fly

How do you keep your humanity in a world that hurts? Keep rising out of bed, when you don’t know how to stand? Still have hope for the future, with a past full of hate? Sometimes its so hard for … Continue reading