A City Without My Name
Somewhere the Moon Looks Different
Just to see familiar things without the weight of familiar eyes.
Journal
Notes from the quiet hours.
Written late, mostly by the window.
Empty Roads
The Road Beyond the House
I never took that walk. But perhaps some part of me has been taking it ever since.
After the Rain
The Afternoon the Clouds Stayed
Not every grey day is a sad one. Some are just the sky holding still long enough for you to catch up.
A City Without My Name
A Place That Doesn’t Know Me
I just want to know what I am like when no one is expecting me to be anyone in particular.
The Unsent Archive
The Things We Never Send
You cannot lose something you never asked to hold.
The Quiet Between
On Being Alone in October
I like my own company. That is true. It is also true that some evenings the quiet is a little too wide.
The Window at Night
The Night the Wind Became Loud
Tonight the world was loud enough that I did not have to be.