Belonging.

That nine letter word never meant much to me.

Belonging is boring and tiring I thought.

But to belong means to have a love no one can take.

To belong means to never worry about being fake.

I belong to you and you to me.

We belong to the world and the world to us.

I never thought I’d belong anywhere.

But I belong to the sea, the grass, the trees.

I belong to the earth, and the earth bel...

A colorless life

Your pretty green eyes on me

I fell into you

You fell too, my pretty green

Forever and for always...

The fires filled the sky. As far as the eye could see. Haven hadn’t seen it happen but he was most definitely reaping the consequences of falling asleep on duty.

People were yelling, screaming, at him at all of the soldiers really. Some screamed for help, others berated him for falling asleep when they were in the middle of a war.

Haven couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t see anything b...

I ran. Hard and fast and much more unsteady than I should be. It was only dusk, for crying out loud!

His voice echoed through the trees, I always passed through this time of day, “Time is up, little wolf. Better run!…or better yet…hide!”

But I had already began running, I was running as soon as he began the count down. As soon as his beautiful eyes closed. It was like second nature to m...

Moonshine and moonlight. The only time I ever feel alright. The silence is welcome company. The burn is the reason I haven’t lit a fire tonight. Nothing wild comes from the light. Nothing sacred comes from a sober mind....