My Works

  The sweet, musty smell of the imminent spring rainstorm fills my nose. The air is so thick I choke with every breath , and dr oplets of water accrue on my face as I stand in the silence .  L ooking out over th is field, water forming larger and larger droplets until they run down m y cheeks and nose, I realize there’s something so special about being here. It’s a rare moment in time where everything stands still. Even Earth seems to halt its rotation to preserve this moment for as long as possible. For even Earth knows that peace like this is rare.    This. This is perfect . Pain and loss and love and doubt are reasons to live. But this. This peace in front of me, surrounding me , enveloping me . This is everything . The stillness of the world surrounding me; consumes me into a painting. Future and past no longer matter. They never will , so long as I’m still.    A path before me winds through the field of grasses and flowers. A nearly i...

    I'm here.   I can't say it.     He blocks out the sun, leaving his face in silhouette .    Move, I wan t to see you.   I can't say it.     A tear lands on my cheek .    How long has he been crying?   Don’t cry , I'm here.     I can't say it.       He’s sobbing, his shoulders rising and falling, making the sun hit my eyes.   I can’t look away.    Sit me up   He looks so sad, so dark. I wish he’d turn me. I just wanna see him. Clear.     He ’ s rocking me . Sobbing   I wonder what about.   He screams , agony .   I ’ ve never heard anything so terrible.    Stop ! I'm here !   I can't say it !       “ You're ok, ok? You’re gonna be ok! ”     I'm still here !   I can't say it !     His eyes catch the light for a moment, and its eternity.   I'm lost inside them .   ...