The ghost of us

I remember that sofa, when we had those big gatherings and we use to sit beside each other making fun of everybody‚Äôs outfit. The kitchen, where you use to make me breakfast while telling me your darkest secrets after those terrible nightmares you had. That stool, where we made love for the first time I…

The rising phoenix

She wore a messenger bag, With nothing in her bag but hope…. Nothing in her heart but love. Disillusioned with life…. And still every morning she will rise. Hand to mouth with the Lord. Begging for a new perspective. Scared that she will trail off into no mans land….. The type you see under the…