The Place I Keep Returning To
I have often wondered why I keep returning to the same place.Not a physical place, though, there is one. A park. A quiet lake. A concrete table where the world […]
The Prison With No Bars
There is a kind of goodbyethat never quite arrives. No final breath.No closed chapter.Only the slow unravelingof someone you love. Their face is still familiar,their hands still warm,but the conversations […]