White is a beautiful colour. White is a quiet and peaceful expression of childhood – it is pure, innocent, virtuous. White exists as a perfect combination of every colour in the spectrum – it is equal, perfect, whole. White is angelic in…
It happened in a subway sandwich shop, of all places. This is where you go to feel full, not empty; but there he was, watching us, hungry, licking his lips. I never thought about how easy it would be for someone unclasp…
I have lost time the way I lose eyelashes: perpetually, unconsciously, dismissively – and I never noticed how jetlagged my innocence was until I couldn’t compensate for the loss of my childhood anymore. *** I play hide-and-seek with goodbyes because when they find me I know…
Dear Human, My eyes, once bright like shiny new pennies, aglow with the promise of laughter and playtime, have dulled in the wake of dust and forgotten memories binding my wavering faith like manacles, pinning me- helpless- to your shelf. Unable…
A baby. She was small enough to fit in one of my hands, completely bald but still the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. At night, her wails were like torture to me. Siena and I would take it in turns to…
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