"Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it." -Vincent Vang Gogh
“Guys come here!” A young girl with long blond hair screamed with excitement as she stood up from crouching underneath a large shrub. “I found a ladybug!” With that, all the other kids ran over to the girl that now stood with her hand stretched out before her, holding a black and red bug that…
To my dearest Brianna: I write to you the very last words that my hand can muster, the very last words that will escape my mind. I write to you in a hospital bed. Yes, I lied those many years ago when I said I was only going away for a while. I don’t know…
Yes, distance separates us I can’t feel the softness of your skin nor the warmth of your breath I can’t give you hugs when you’re feeling down nor kisses to show my evergrowing love Distance separates us but distance can’t stop my heart from loving Loving your deep brown eyes Loving your bright…
You say you love me but would you really Would you really love me if I told you I’m a storm the one that blows you off your feet, the one that makes it hard to breathe, the one that binds you to your house, Shivering. Suffocating. Scared. You say you love storms…