My eyes are open. So why is the flying giraffe still here?

At that hour, our love blossomed.
He sat across from me on a beach towel
And said to me, “You’re awesome.”

Then he leaned over and planted a kiss,
...

That dark night they knew that would light shines again. Dreamed of a better world and extended your hands for high seeking the light and peace.

They needed believe in something .

He let the dust of the path to the beach christen the new sneakers his aunt bought him. The walk had become unpleasant, even if it was unhurried. Where were the tourists? He spotted something th...

Every night before they fall asleep he places his hand on her chest. Every night she asks him "why do you do this every night?" He always responds with "With my hand placed here, I can feel your...

I used to admire the spidery lines of ink that stretched across your skin, an intricate web that I never quite fully understood. Nonetheless, I loved them because they were a part of you, even t...

The rain just wanted to say hello.

As soon as I had caught my breath,

It jumped right out of my hands.

One night, I dreamt I was dreaming ... But that was just a dream. 

He wanted a house with a view, and so, he bought the best one he knew.

This was it. Too few had made it. The remains of the group had little or no energy left to acknowledge the fact that this was the hour they had all been fighting for. Fighting for to keep. There...