Writing became a window into my calling An escape from our infamous, unaccepting society Time began to run slower and…

Crimson It saunters through the earth. Like that of a beating heart. Like blood splattered on battlefield, Like burnt pecan…

Fog rolls up and obscures the very vision of yours. It surrounds , encompasses and encircles to the point that…

It wasn’t a busting town or avalanche I stepped into but a quiet ,honey dipped surrounding I was welcomed by.…