soft summer air skies tinted pastel orange the breeze tickles my face

Dreams turned to memories; Golden, like pictures in the ocean sunset; It was everything I ever hoped for

She was right. I don’t know what love is I’ve seen it, and received it, but never given it Or...

Yet, here I am, stuck in this very place I call home Why do I even call it that? I...

when I was a boy I was told Time waits for no one always in a rush yet never behind...