To choreograph confidence and dance through doubt to the rhythm of validation.
Category: Prose
For Purpose in a World of Conundrum
“What is grief if not love persevering?”
The Past Tense and Other Habits
The past beats inside me like a second heart.
Ask Autumn the Reason Why
Heartbeat on the line, once in twenty lifetimes.
Bets, Lost.
Three years, and the pain lives on.
Of Wakeful Hours
The voices within our heads are oftentimes far louder than those resonating without.
To the Lighthouse
Like Gatsby’s green light, we often find ourselves drawn to elements upon which our memories are fixated.
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