Empty and reaching, the space between stars. It is the breath between kisses. The sigh between tears. All endlessly, deeply, irrevocably ours. It is death between heartbeats. Distant but so intrinsically wrapped in a nexus that without, it would collapse. Fail.

Have you given much thought to the space between stars? How each space is a push and pull, a perfect equilibrium of ebb and flow, of win...

Sleep is the cousin of death

my dad used to say

he was afraid of what his dreams would bring him

Regret, Death, Guilt, Anguish

I imagine it brings him all of these

Would it be wrong of me to say

I hope it does?

I hope his sleep is not

a comfort

I hope his sleep is

not a reprieve from

all that he’s subjected

me

Would it be wrong of me to say

I hope he hurts?

I hope he wonders how I sleep

H...

I’ve never thought much about the trees. They were lonesome, looming creatures. I came to Hylthane Forrest because it provided safety and solitude. Sustinence. With such little thought given, the trees did eventually become my friends. I was enthralled with their fettered beauty. Their strength. I longed to care for them the way I never was. The care I so desperately ached for.

My life, the life...