How can you be sure?
I'll walk through this door. I'll walk across this horizon where the snow-covered sand reflects my shadow. But perhaps this time, this time it shows nothing. All the footprints are…
I'll walk through this door. I'll walk across this horizon where the snow-covered sand reflects my shadow. But perhaps this time, this time it shows nothing. All the footprints are…
Somehow, saying goodbye for the second time is more difficult than I ever could have imagined. Of course, I was never imagining this moment again. The tropical glow of unadulterated…
The blinking cursor appreciates the pause and the thoughtful moment to find a better word than that first one — this first one. The blind second before the utterance of…