She was three, and he was four. They sat in a large, red chair, room to spare due to their small frames. He read a picture book on the movie Cars.

She listened quietly, let him speak in his childish cadence and pronounce all of those words he had memorized but which had no definitions attached in his brain yet.

She observed with a keen eye each passing picture, connecting story with visuals, simu...

I live my life in a distant dream, a constant haze surrounds

My every thought, my conscious stream, every word and sound

And when I feel awake and free is when I cry, oh sweet relief!

When I cry for refuged reasons, or when I cry slow songs that steep

At times I cry in public places, at times in the solace of my room,

But when I’m not crying, all I can feel, is that I’ve been dreaming since the wo...

You’re the sun, and I’m the stars

You shine radiant against my dim lights

You are the center, and I am afar

Your heat pushes away the harsh dark

You’re one of me, yet better, more bright

You’re the sun, and I’m the stars

Come too close to you, and I would char

But you could never reach me, nary will you try

You are the center, and I am afar

I look on at your beauty, your charm

And I wonder if I...

What’s the meaning of life. Right…well, a lot of people will tell you it’s love. And they’re so close it hurts. But when they talk about love, they mean human love. Human connection. And that’s a flawed thing, at times unreliable. It can even be what hurts most about being alive. Love or lack thereof. It’s not something to base your meaning off of, not entirely. Now, to imagine another being—somet...

When I look in the mirror, I see the devil himself staring back. Like Dorian Gray, my sins are reflected in his red, wrinkled skin, my sorrows hidden behind his raging eyes, fire dancing on the pupils. He has grown with me, chosen all of the things I try hardest to hide, and stolen them away to his side of the glass. I love him for it. He takes everything I hate most about myself and hides it away...

A forest, split into two segments by a river, gentle and gleaming. The difference in sides is at first minuscule, if noticable at all. On both sides, large trees cover the forest, protecting the wildlife from wanderers. Light fights through the thick leaves, pointed like spears ready for an attack. Branches fight for space against one another while bearing the vines that hang from them, tangling a...