I. The Fireflies There was once a time when the fireflies had made a home out of me. One evening, long after the sun had surrendered itself to the hazed horizon and the pregnant[…]
Tag: January Free Choice
mother nature
You may write me down in history but today is not the day. I am all around you, if only you’d look around. One might call me Mother Nature or perhaps the Great Mother, I[…]
Lights and Moths
There’s this moth – it wore its wings like a pretty, white dress. It found love with a dingy, dirty lightbulb. Sticking to it, bashing its head in, revolving around it like it had no[…]
The Arsonist
There comes a price to pay when you play with fire– a sacrifice that comes with having ashes for want of air in lungs that try to collapse in on themselves with every chance[…]