Life, Love, Prose

Falling Breathless

The heart yearns for the comfort of a familiar body or a soft feeling or being protected and under the care of someone strong and caring. Yet when these things aren’t achieved, we feel obliterated like a piece of straw that is laying in the…

Life, Love, Prose, sad

Iridescent

I met you at the museum. Funny really, because to me you belong here. Up there with the masterpieces. Among the statues which look beautiful in the daylight and terrifying in its absence, among the sensational oils and ethereal figurines, and among the exquisite inscriptions…