Picture this:

The night falls slowly, and you feel the cool breeze gently caress your body. You look out to see a breathtaking sunset of yellow and blue perfectly blending together. Loud orange clouds are delicately painted across the horizon. You smell a mixture of salt and fish fill your nostrils with nautical dreams. Behind you, a silhouette of thick palm trees reach high into the air curling...

“Fly.”

His soft voice tickled my ears. I looked back and saw the determination in his eyes. He smiled down at me.

“But it’s too high!” My voice shook with a steadiness of nerves. I wasn’t ready yet, I’m so young.

He shook his head in response, noticing my hesitation. Though he could never understand me, he always had a sense of knowing about him. I deeply admired his sense of confidence. “I ...

When I opened my eyes, I thought I would only see black. Instead, a thick forest of twisting and winding dead trees painted by a soft haze of morning fog greeted my sight. Suddenly, I became overwhelmed by loneliness, realizing that the only sound I could hear was my own breath. My heart started to race as my anxiety flooded with thoughts of the unknown. But then, I heard a familiar whisper of my...

When someone you love is taken away so suddenly, you try to remember every last beautiful detail of who they were.

I close my eyes to breath and calmly try to hold back my tears.

What I think of first; her laugh. God, that ridiculous laugh. When she thought something was absolutely hilarious, she would start her laugh off with a guttural “Huh-“ and end it with a witch cackle like nails on a ch...

A massive collage of laundry decorates the floor.

Pushing through the cloth jungle, I can barely open the door.

Nike, Adidas, Doc Martin shoes, make me trip and land horridly, leaving a fat bruise.

I spy nine empty cups, and 2 full ones too.

I’m sure she just waited to too long for her tea to brew.

Her drawers are ajar and her bed is not made.

There are two dying plants probably lacking water...

I should have believed him. I should have fucking believed him.

Two months ago we had this conversation. It was the first time Peter told me he had any suspicions.

“Ames?” He politely asked at the breakfast table.

“Yeah bud?” I asked about to fill my mouth with pancakes and strawberries.

Timidly, he uttered, “Is there a ‘Suit Man’ living in our neighborhood?”

“Huh,” I said with my mouth full...

She was trying to save me.

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April 30, 2015

Journal Entry #97

I’ve been patiently waiting to get out of this fucking prison. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t get a moments peace unless I’m writing. But no one believes me. My lawyer barely believes me. I keep reviewing that day over and over in my head.

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We were hiking off trail. It had just stopped raining and Megan loved the smell of ...