I know normal isn’t real, so why does it feel like everyone else has it?
Nothing about him strikes the imagination, which is why I force myself to look. His blue, collared long-sleeve is tucked…
So happens, there are infinitely more wrong words than right ones.
The Right Words exist for everything.
Her makeup and her hair don’t match. The hair is thin, and graying through the artificial coloring. Her hairline is…
Sometimes I think I’m too late to turn things around.
Writing is itchy.
Reality was pretty damn loud this week.