The sounds of wild life is what’s heard in the forest, a constant reminder that no matter what time in my life, life continues to strive. The fish swim together in groups, letting the movement ripple the water surface and letting themselves be known.

As I continue to embrace the sound of Mother Nature herself, the faint sound of a knock reaches my door frame.

I don’t need to know who it was, th...

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Silk kisses my skin as I run my hand over these familiar sheets for the millionth time this month. Staring at the ceiling then towards the sound of rain hitting against the window pane distracts me from the weight that has me trapped to this bed. His arm squeezes my waist again, almost as if his sleep deprived conscious is making sure I haven’t left for the ni...