Ana

I always thought about you, Ana. One of the things I loved about you most is that you were always, always right. When you spoke, everyone would stop, the room would fall silent, and when you sang, every note danced to the from your mouth straight to the hearts of your captive audience. When you began …

Sharing Books!

I'll be honest, for the past couple of months I've been plateauing creatively. It's been a special kind of hell watching all my talented friends and followers create beautiful and in-depth projects, and I was only able to watch and hope that I'll be able to provide something of the same calibre. And that's when …

Remember

I remember talking to you, happy, smiling, joyous, free. Soft and teasing green eyes cross the waters, the zones, to me.   I remember seeing you through that small square box, chocolate-brown hair at best the clear, sweet peal of your laughter that rang from your chest.   I remember your silence. One moment you …