Too Well

The music faded away. The screen lights dimmed. The credits started to roll. I hovered my fingers over the touchpad for a split second of indecision and then pressed replay. I was watching a much anticipated short film expanding the breadth of my universe through a song by my favorite artist.

My Old Lover

I used to have a notebook that held all of my creations. These creations were words that lingered on a white page. Somehow, these words that sat alongside each other built some of the pieces that I absolutely adored. I think of poetry as my first steps into the writing world.