Starless Night
Yesterday had left, tomorrow hadn’t arrived yet. I was by the window, waiting to see the starry face of the sky, but she didn’t show up. Clouds landed
Yesterday had left, tomorrow hadn’t arrived yet. I was by the window, waiting to see the starry face of the sky, but she didn’t show up. Clouds landed
I'm on on the verge of forgetting what it’s like to be young. I remember having more beliefs than doubts, being untouched by scepticism, living for courage
The clocks are lying. They haven’t been showing two o’clock since we broke up. When we were walking on the beach, just before the rain came pouring down,
I’m a writer and producer exploring the psychology of transformation: how people change themselves and their surroundings.
One thoughtful email a week. A rare gem about the strange business of being human. The kind that makes you think,
“So, it’s not just me.” You can leave any time. No hard feelings.