Leaf felt buried beneath the remains of their prior life, the ashes coating every part of who he thought he was in this community.
The scenic route was a paved graveyard of dreams, but Fillion hoped his would rise from the ashes, marking the moment when he would finally own his life.
Multi-colored lights flashed and glared on the wet road and cast eerie reflections, reminiscent of artistic surrealism. Fillion imagined that his distress and anger swirled and moved with the refracte...
Their leafy whispers delighted her, and she promised her confidentiality by gently touching the trunks of both trees. They had held her secrets close to their hearts, she could do no less.
Secrets upon secrets were weaving into a strange and mysterious fabric that would ultimately clothe his future.
As the leaves randomly fell, she contemplated how they sacrificially gave up their essence to sustain new life. Or was it the tree’s sacrifice? Each leaf was a part of Gaia’s play. Their final act: to...
There is a difference between being able to love and believing your love is valuable, worth giving away.
My heart is broken and I grieve, for I have known love. Your heart is broken and you grieve, for you have not.
Once again, he became outraged that humans—more specifically his dad—would rather invest in something pointless than the people right in front of them. Would Earth still suffer and need movements dedi...
Are you ready to discover what is real?
Feelings are real. They often become one’s reality. But they are not always based on truth.
