“I don’t think.” She stopped him, “don’t think”. The sun was shining through his window. He woke up. Half awake, he turned over and the other side of the bed was empty. She was gone, left without notice. He wondered if she was actually there. Was it a dream? If it was, why did he…

The stars in the skies was a wonder to behold, shooting an array of lights across the night sky. The moon, but just, a company of many. Twinkles of light, that inched further and further away, a wrinkle in time. Yes, that was a Disney reference, never saw that film though. They sat on their…

They sat on the porch of hanging flowers talking and gazing into the distance. Lightning flashing across the sky. Thunder that struck upon the landscape horizon. High tide rushing against the sand and shore. A deafening roar, as life scurries in all directions from fear. Struck. Descending and lifeless. Against the earth, without a hold…

I have a theory to life… A theory that is one of a vast endless array, to which we have our choosing. Would that be of interest, for however long it may last? Where life begins and ends, encircling the finding and losing of one another. May you desire in the taking of hand, and…

They laid on a blanket in the grass, watching clouds passing, speaking whatever came to mind. “There are 4 types of clouds, sweetie. All of which derive from Latin words.” “Cirro for hairlike curl, Strato like a layer of blanket. Cumulo, a heap of fluffy cotton ball. Alto for the middle. And nimbus, when they…

When bees store honey, the crystallizations creating a hexagonal shape of a honeycomb. Deliberation in the structure of habitat to an ideal design accepted for the efficiency of storage. But what simply a natural coincidence of nature’s beauty? Through the storage in volume of golden liquid in the natural shape that forms, a circle. And…

A mysterious library of books, sliding across endless array of shelves on a wooden ladder. The transition of time between a multitude of stories and the whispers of a turning page. Shh… She was studious, sophisticated, intelligent. In how she went about, how she spoke, her attire. Astute. Her smile giving off a kiss. Beauty…

Did you know the days of the week are named after celestial bodies and Germanic gods? Saturday, Sunday and Monday after Saturn, the Sun, and the Moon, and Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, after Tiw, Woden, Thor, And Freya. It was a lazy Sunday morning. The feel of sleepily waking up and walking out of…

A note laid on the table, the handwriting was neat, looking perfect, must’ve been written by a girl. She stopped by the flower market to pick an arrangement of florals that morning, it was a modern storefront. As she entered, a fresh delicately innocuous air of freshly-cut blooms was about. Metal buckets brimming with a…

Her father had words of wisdom. “You always have a choice, darling… It’s just whether or not you choose to see it.” For love is that which enables choice, always stronger than fear. She was wearing a loose sweatshirt barely covering her inviting lingerie, loose enough to reveal one side of her shoulder and hiding…